Something caused my eyes to flutter
From
their deep and restful sleep.
I
instinctively comply as nature
Causes
me to rise and heed her call.
I
glance to see the time is only 3 a.m.
The
floor is cold against my heels
So
quickly I complete my task and
Quietly
return to cover. Barely wrinkling the sheets.
Hardly
a creature stirs the night.
The
stillness speaks in deafening tones
Of
things nocturnal. I can almost hear
Your
heartbeat next to mine.
As
I turn to face you, just before
I
fade back into slumber,
Your
peaceful face a silhouette of
Features
I know so well,
I
pause to count the blessings
And
I count this time among the best.
Baltimore
at 3 a.m., and love
That's
truly stood the test.
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