sometimes i wake up in the middle of a night
and watch you sleep.
i could wake you up –
but i’d rather watch you sail in your sea of softness
drifting slowly to the isles of slumber.
i wonder where are you sailing to;
i think to myself – i could do this every single night.
sometimes, you are restless in your dreams.
your body would jerk , with one knee bent, getting ready to kick.
i could wake you up,
but i know you have to fight your demons on your own
and all i can do is wrap you in a blanket of my love
and breathe silent undertones of calmness.
i wonder what are you running from;
i think to myself – i could do this every night.
august is almost done.
there are days it comes crashing through my walls
so forceful i catch my breath for air as i realize the absence of you.
Today it gently lapped through the shores of my skin
in the middle of the day, as the sun was still high and mighty.
i reached for my eyes and it was wet.
to melt in your arms
and to rise and fall in the shallowness and depths of your breaths
be kind to me.