Sometimes when I sleep, you cry.

It could be two, or three am
But when the night chases you, I’m there
Answering your outburst
Arms pulling you close
Surrounding you with love
And security.
Each time I’m amazed at my ability
To chase the night that chases you.

Sometimes I don’t fall back asleep
And watching your peaceful slumber I wonder
How it would feel to know arms that calm my soul
Allowing me to sleep, in a protected peace.
And I lay there in the dark,
Grateful, but amazed
That I can provide what I don’t have.
So ironic, the twist of events.

Sometimes when you sleep, I cry.

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