i am the caffeinated Hours of my Children
who expect me to distill their Dreams
so they can dance with Reality
i am Constant
hurting from the blinded Kiss between
Your Toe and the glass Door
i am the Aftermath, the new Beginning
the Realization that Your bed is empty, cold
the ironic Affinity of my shiver and Your miraculous warmth
i am an autonomic Machine,
a double Entendre of Monotony
the Routine You never realized
i wait for You
because You make me all of this
and That is all ive ever wanted