In the early morning light
I watch him sleeping
I remember the sweet smile I got
before
I remember the laughter I heard
before
I remember the tender touches
before
I remember the butterfly kisses
before
I remember the heat of passion
before
Then
I remember
The flashing eyes
The cruel words
The daggers of hate
The cold silence
I think
What happened to us?
When did we stop being those people
That couldn't pass each other without
a touch, a kiss?
I worry that "we" have evaporated
and all that is left is this
empty husk
of the "used to be us"
A tear escapes
trails down my cheek
drops on to my empty hand
I reach out
touch his shoulder
he stirs
turns
smiles
Opens his arms for me
to rest my head
on his chest
I feel his steady heartbeat
hear his breathing
I worry too much
about......everything
He is mine for always
and I am his
And this is the way it will
always be
Safe in his grasp
the rest disappears
and I know
We are still us
damaged
hurt sometimes
But not
ever
broken
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