To my T.

Your are asleep, my love, as peaceful as a sheep,
but I’m not sleeping, I’m on guard and listening to your breath
that’s murmuring my name between your lips
all through the night and in the morning when
you half-asleep are walking to the bathroom…
I’m in your heart, I’m in your limbs,
I am with you when you do feel or not
my presence in your very essence;
I’m breathing you, you’re breathing me, I know,
my last breath will be yours as well as yours’ll be mine no matter when
we breathe again like one and very being.