Tonight
I'll sleep under
the ceiling of stars;
in a blanket
I'd be caressed by hugs.
Under my pillow
our captured days will rest.
Beneath my bed,
my monster at peace.
she'd whisper a poem-
the love we never had.
And while the crickets
sing their hope for us,
we'd both bleed
our hearts to sleep.
"Sweet dreams, dear"
We both hushed at once.