Shh.

Night

your house

(always yours)

quiet, you're sleeping

breath, swish-brush across the pillow

shh.

I'm up

(always up)

soft music

won't wake you

(never does)

laughter-bright, love smoothed skin

warm under blankets

hair dye on my temple

and your hands

dog nearby.

It won't last long,

we're leaving soon

separate ways

twin leaves, diverging breezes

sun and moon

we reflect each other.

I'll miss you.

Cricket song

lull me to sleep,

my words are transparent

won't wake you.

Morning comes

(too soon).