Pain sculpts your face
as your head gently creases the pillow.
You close your eyes and hope for sleep,
I sit near and struggle to breathe.
My impotence suffocates me,
I am drowning.
Life again weighs heavily on us both,
but we will lift it again. Somedays
I lift more, most days you lift it all.
Pain reflects between us
like a candle flame
burns the skin.
Yet we grasp tighter,
hand in hand. Tighter,
Sleep now little one.
Like the sun, I promise to be there when you wake. Like
the sun my promise burns forever,
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