listening to you sleep is always the hardest
part of every end to a day.
because as I hear your steady breathing—
your quiet mumbles;
your beautiful and solemn peace—
I know that when the morning comes,
the sun will blind you awake.
the birds will chirp you out of bed.
the day's troubles will steal your sleepy innocence away.
and you'll belong to the world again,
just like it really should be.
i wish you'd stay here, asleep, all the way mine, for just a little longer, my love.
just while you can.
-s
