November 7, 2019Poem

When all is said

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When all is said

What is left

Of the dream

Was it ever shared

When you woke me

From a nightmare

The screams were real

We lay together

Holding hands

Until sleep came

You were always there

Hidden by darkness

Breathing in the safety

Of the bedroom

Did I snore

You never said so

But told me I kicked out

Repeated the words

You heard me shout

In terror

Asking for help

As I was falling

You buoyed me up

And we held hands

Engagement rings

Wedding bands

Until sleep came

And we were carried

Together

On a river

Full of precious dreams

Rolling endlessly

To the sea