J'attends pour ta voix

It is about finding the common focus, it is about support, it is about being able to take chances and make decisions as one unit instead of 4 eyes. It is about whether or not you can let another stranger into your creases, and into your bruises. (Which I have plenty.) It's about whether I'm going too far, or not far enough, or whether my legs are strong enough to balance with the added weight of you and your heavy, heavy thoughts. It's about whether I can learn to make origami and drive a car.
It is a support structure.
A cast, or a bridge, or a frame. (What is a four letter word for door frame?) It is about adapting, not leading, not following, but knowing and trusting and believing and folding. Not cards, but souls. It is about knowing when to let go, hold on, lean forward, press harder, lean back, tiptoe, or just watch the clouds amiably through frost-covered sunroofs. It is about waiting for moments and for telephone calls. It is about watching for ships and doppelgangers. It might also be about music.
It might be that I don't understand, so correct me if I'm wrong.

"This is not what I had planned."
"Darling, is it ever?"

And don't be so abstract that you don't think I know what's going on.

What I kept for me:

I made an origami crane
Folded, folded folded
Upon myself
For you to untangle.
"Are you scared yet?"
For you to unfold
Folded, folded, folded.


I've already been there
I have creases and my edges
Are soft
Soft, soft, soft
Bruised, like a peach
I've always
Bruised, like a peach
Soft, soft, soft
Folded, folded, folded.


But your eyes are grounded and guarded
They're not full of space and (planets)
Too far for my to grasp
Far, far, far
Soft, soft, soft
Folded, folded, folded.


I learned to make my own dinner
When you weren't there
I chopped, and chopped, and chopped
Until there was nothing left but soup
Chopped, chopped, chopped
Far, far, far
Soft, soft, soft
Folded, folded, folded
Upon myself.