Relearning

You kiss the back of my neck,
and I tense.

You feel it, pause,
but say nothing,
just sit beside me.

I hate that it still happens.
That he still happens.
That after all this time
his shadow can still fall
between us.

I'm sorry.

You take my hand,
hold it
like something fragile
but worth keeping.

I melt into your shoulder
and cry.

Thank you
for loving me anyway.