She sleeps at my side
her breath caresses my
face.
Our years of laughter -
mini disasters –
the little tragedies -
lines on her face,
at the edges of her eyes,
around her lips.
I search her calm face,
her eyes move in morning
dreams, her chest
rises and falls – rises and falls.
me” -
she had said last night –
…me”
words that lacerate
and break -
waves on shores of
anxiety.
For all our time,
all our seasons,
it’s a simple truth.
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