When all the world had come to rest
my turn was shared in peace
with you, always wrapping those elbows
around a little frame which made out like
the giggles were not for show.
When I was breathing soft and still
and sipping the calm of night,
I counted freckles and sorted them
by what was done today, and what
could be put off ’til tomorrow.
When I was peeking over a book
to catch you watching, to catch you knowing
and exhale from the deep parts
which went shallowly-filled
the hours a day that you were gone,
I wondered if someone else
would make a better bedtime-
I wonder it now, still.
For how many times did I spill my tea
wrestling blankets away from you?
When I was drifting off you were wide awake
so you must’ve seen it coming,
must’ve seen the steam rising.