crappy sister sonnet

in halves of breaths i tuck myself away
in thumb-smoothed folds;
and under whispered layers
of cottoned secrets, i hope someday you'll find
the corners and uncrease their wearied lines.

these nights of severed dreams were coldly new,
so days of unkempt thoughts afloat on...love?
but your fingers slip so gently into mind,
your name begins to echo in the dark.

and so the empty space begins to grate
against itself, against the edge of light.
and i drift through the darkening, yawning wait
for some far day to find us two aligned.

and as for hope -- it trails me all the way
with halves of breaths to mark the passing days.