Me on the left and you on the right the way we laid our bodies the start of the night.My head on two pillows as yours lay on one tired from the day and all we had done.One arm under pillow, the other kept you warm Id pull you in close during thunder and storm.I still remember the sweet scent of your hair As we closed our eyes and I held you for prayer. The rise and fall of breath from your chest would remind me of that day that God had blessed.Your face would go soft and lips would yawn Youd fall asleep with the television still on.Middle of the night your house stayed warm The fan on high was always the norm.Id stolen the blanket and kicked down the sheet The only pillow you had now lay at your feet.Sometimes Id wake while there you still lay Id creep to your bedside and kneel as to pray.I would lean in close as if to steal a kiss These moments of affection are the ones that I miss. I’d sit and watch while you lay there and snore I’d sometimes fall asleep with my head on the floor.You always thought you slept without peep Instead of counting them you baa’d like a sheep. Your body lay still ‘cept for the rise and fall Of your beautiful body that lay there in sprawl. But the most memorable part of those sleepless nights Wasn’t the snoring, the prayer or absence of lights-It was the way in which your eyes would flicker Beneath lid and lash I would try not to snicker. To me it was funny to just watch them move As if they were dancers stepping to groove. I could only guess what your mind would dream Maybe thoughts of our future and how it would seem. Would it be an uphill battle, a test for all time?, Or simply steps in a stairwell that together we’d climb. Most of the mornings you’d wake with a smile And some you slept in for at least a little while.But now these memories are just written in line And filed in a cabinet in the back of my mind.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 06:18:40 +0000
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