Week 40

I'm up late again,
Sleep evades me
Evades my tired eyes
My tired heart.

I am sinking again,
I can feel it.
Little messages of hope
Rise up around me,
Little butterfly kisses,
But you tell me how long
Butterflies live for
And then remind me again
How that is enough.

I wish sleep came easier
Right now.
I'm not even thinking thoughts
Just sit here,
Blank
And blanketed.
I imagine the feel of his beard
Against my neck
As he turns over
And in his sleep
Places his lips behind my ear.

The hole is deep
And I am sinking,
But sinking slower with you.