another exhausting shift waiting tables
the pushes and pulls of the world
weighing heavy my body and soul
days like these, i am grateful
that i come home
to lay my weary head on your chest
the slow beat of your heart singing to my brain:
time to sail into dreamland
off to spar with dragons and demons

but i awake, my eyes on the ceiling
turning my head, i see i lay alone
yet a mere dream of us together
is enough to temporarily quell
the choruses of doubt in my head