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Peaceful Slumber
by Shadow
I sit at our bed, gazing intently at your face.
I dare not breathe because I am afraid to wake you.
It is three o’clock in the morning,
For once, you came home early.
the bright moon beams dance across your face.
These are the moments I treasure.
When you let your guard down, just a bit.
When your face somewhat relaxes.
Sometimes I swear I see a small smile there,
And I wonder what you dream about.
Do you see me in your dreams?
Sometimes I think that you can’t see me at all.
As if I was of no significance to you.
Just a nuisance you must deal with.
But on some nights, you look at me so tenderly,
That I know that I am loved.
You are the worst husband a person can ask for,
But I will have no other.
Was it your loneliness? Was it mine?
Why I stay with you, undoubtedly, is not a logical reason.
But it, in some ways, makes perfect sense.
How I yearn to tell you that I love you;
That though I question my faith of you time to time,
That I will be willing to die for you.
My hands aches with a need to touch your face.
To let you know that I am here, and I that I care.
But you stir in your sleep and I sink back into the covers,
To wait for again for that precious moment
Of your peaceful slumber.
