In My Arms

You’re folding up your sweater Stuffing pockets full of keys You say It’s only for a weekend I’ll text you when I leave You’re laughing in the hallway But your eyes keep checking mine Like you’re asking Is it okay If I go live my life? But in my arms You’re still that kid on the back porch Talking forever In my arms Time gives up Every minute tied together You can run out chasing all your stars You’re always here In my arms Your toothbrush by the mirror Your playlist in my car An old receipt from late-night fries Folded like a heart You’re sending little photos Of the view from where you land I’m tracing every message Like I’m holding your hand Cause in my arms You’re still asleep on a Sunday Hair on my sweater In my arms Every storm that we outran feels like good weather You can drift out farther than you planned You’re always here In my hands In my heart In my arms If the train feels too long If the night feels too sharp Close your eyes Hear my voice Feel the room Feel the dark I’ll be right there Breathing slow Right where you left me In my arms You’re still that light in the doorway Saying “just one second” In my arms Every fear that you talked through turns into a blessing You can go and redraw all your maps I’ll keep your place In my hands In my heart You’re always safe In my arms