No sleep
At night I have to watch you.
To loose one moment of alert and distinct
Awareness of your presence
Is the loss
The flower feels when the bee lifts off its petal, to seek another
Or maybe
A sister saying good bye to her brother, before a long journey
Or maybe
An entire planet when its sun becomes so luminous, it will never shine again.
In other words, my love, I am tired to the bone.
In other words, you are the world to me.
But then, this is the least important thing.
What really matters is your and my ability to
Consistently and very conscientiously
Brave that much happiness.
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