Saturday, April 9, 2016

6/30 Night Terror

I watch her when she sleeps
face calm and
a hand across her chest
I watch it rise and fall
like hope

a sigh
a breath held
lips quiver
a tear decorates
her cheek
has the dream gone bad

something forgotten remembered
mouth curves into a smile
she burrows into my arms
feeling so familiar
it terrifies me

I hold on tighter

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