Jul 2019
He turned to me
Rustling the bedsheets
As moonlight cast
Upon his face
Illuminating
Tired eyes
His warm breath
Fanned across my face
Evenly spaced
And the suffocating
Silence
Was punctured
As he asked
In a drowsy whisper,
"What keeps you up at night?"
Rustling the bedsheets
As moonlight cast
Upon his face
Illuminating
Tired eyes
His warm breath
Fanned across my face
Evenly spaced
And the suffocating
Silence
Was punctured
As he asked
In a drowsy whisper,
"What keeps you up at night?"
