Poem #829

we sleep,
our backs pressed together,
except I’m not really asleep
I’m listening to your nervous breathing
you had a bad day
I don’t know how to make it better,
so I wedge myself
more snuggly against your back
than is accidentally possible
hoping that maybe
dream-you will know you are safe

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