You always kissed my neck before you squeezed my hand. That was when I would fall in love. I always kissed your eyelids before I spilled my secrets. You were the only one to see it. You saw beauty in ugly things [ like me ] and we laughed together at funerals. We never told them, we never let them know, the place we loved to go. And when it hurts the most [ and when I need to feel close] I hide there. And laugh.