my face Eyes to the sun.
I want to drive upstate on a sunny day listening to the dangerous summer
If you knew me at all.

You would know you should make this right. 

You would know to come over here and already know that I was going to push you away. That I was going to be cold and tell you not to touch me. 

You would know that I would look at you like you broke me, because you did. 

You would know to keep trying

Keep prodding, and talking, and holding

Until I went soft

And my breathing started to slow

And we both felt slow

And tired

And whole

If you knew me at all.