To Feel // Vol. 02

Last night I couldn't rest,

odd and out of place.

I often go out heavy.

Sleep quickly, surely arrives.

But fussy turns and tosses,

filled my side of the bed.

Then your breath, steady and rhythmic,

my very own pendulum.

I eavesdropped on your breathing,

carefully synching mine with yours.

Inhale a beat shorter than the let out.

I did the same.

And in that moment,

our energies meshed.

Together breathing, 

the sweetest mechanical thing,

letting sleep permeate my mind.

You offer me comfort, even in slumber, 

unconsciously, unknowingly, 

you are there.