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