Sleep is too kind a word for what I did
Before we
met. I faced life lifelessly
Behind a wall that all my feelings hid,
And you broke
through, the night you smiled at me.
You held my hand and something in my chest
That used to be my
heart opened its eyes;
You said my name, and that brief sound caressed
My secret dreams
out of their long demise.
Who you are broke through my every defense.
Looking at you
forced my blind eyes to see.
God knows that none of this makes any sense.
You cannot know how much it means to me
To know that I
could not dream less than true
If I could
always wake up next to you.
Copyright 2016 by Matthew J Wells
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