He still comes in my thoughts...
To sleep on my lap..
And I still whisper..
Sweet nothings in his ear..
Till all his demons go back to sleep.
No questions are asked..
No voices are raised..
No sorry is told....
I do not tell him how I lost him..
In the middle of the road..
I do not tell him how I have ran miles..
Looking for his shadows..
And I do not let him know..
How I sleep in noisy corners..
So I can shout in my dreams...
In deafening silence...
He sleeps on my lap..
Like nothing has changed..
And nothing ever will.

❤