You look at me,
And we stare
We stare into each other's souls.
I see fear,
You see misery,
And we both look away
But we hold on a little tighter.
Our pasts were both dark, empty chasms,
With bits of optimism falling,
Both filled with clumsy, stupid failures,
Both filled with cuts, scrapes, and bruises.
But as I look at you and you look at me,
I realize that for the first time in my life,
I have not messed up.