Left hand on her left shoulder
She’s asleep
I’m saying goodbye in my head
Processing data, looking at the back of hers
She’s counting days in joyful dreams
I’ll navigate nightmares until I defeat fear
Hands washed in rivers of birth tears
Chapters have to end
Shall I stop reading refusing my finish line status report
Frozen on an unknown lap
Dropping this or they and sleeping
Left hand on left shoulder
Gentle fingertips to back
Accepting this moment
No forward or stuck curse
End snapping fingers on a good note
So let’s snore forward a little.
Emotion Dough 