always remember.before you met me, you couldn't sleep.
what did you do in those eight hours of quiet?
i imagine you lying all night in your bed, thoughts closing in on you like flames. but you're still, your brown-sugar skin illuminated by the memories. it sounds beautiful. i know it hurt you very much though. i've seen the scars.
and tonight i can't help but feel like i have a responsibility; an obligation to gather you in my arms and let my bones be your blanket, darling; let the unsteady rhythm of my breath be your only focus. and sleep.
when you wake i will be here. or there. wherever it is you want me to be. hopefully you're thinking what i'm thinking and we can wake up beside each other, tangled in each other.
maybe i'll rise first - these times are my favorite. my eyes drip open and because you are my first sight the day is full of promise. i take every bit of you in;
see you breathe you feel you.
i have you. i always forget this. but each realization of it is more glorious than the last.