kindred

the clink clack of our glasses
we drink in commiseration
when the knots in our stomachs have pulled too tight
our misaligned bones have poked holes in our skin
and the sorrow pours out faster than the wine pours in

our stories dance through similarities
the actors and scenes are different
but the dialogue is the same
relief floods from our mouths
knowing our insides share names

expectations and history may weigh on us heavy
curving and carving strain into our backs
but you see the love asking to be seen
the self yearning to be understood
and you bring it out of me
i hope that i've done the same for you