Early morning on a Thursday
I'm listless, plagued with wide eyes
holding your resting body
as loosely as blue ribbon,
while you fall into a heavy maroon sleep.
Candlelight flickers, illuminating the lampshade,
creating soft, giant ripples
that breathe across the crumbling ceiling.
I watch the shadows come to life,
sleep somewhere far off in the night
and your breath becomes heavy as a charcoal cloud.