I stirred, my eyes heavy with sleep,
Adjusting to the darkness of our room,
Morning is put on hold,
Its light helpless against the curtains.
I listen to you, sleeping
Under the duvet, my hand search for yours
Guided by your breath, my lips found yours
I laid on your chest and listen to your heartbeat,
Being lull to sleep again, by your warmth.
Till you pat my head and whisper,
Good morning, my love.
You took me in your hands
Tore up the pages of my stories
The ones that gave me nightmares
You mended some
Trying to make it good as new
I ask why
You said there is good in me
Those you wanted to preserve
A gentle word
A fierce belonging
From that moment on
I know my story
is no longer mine alone
