The night shifts.
I sleep lightly,
heart beating patient and low.
Three rooms away
your breath keeps perfect time.
I count it instead of sheep,
instead of hours.
Wind tests the window,
floorboards sigh;
my pulse answers calm:
still here,
still yours.
Nothing will break
while this small drum
keeps saying your name
into the dark.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 5th, 2025 08:34
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Comments1
A lovely poem that could be about a lover, spouse, friend, child or even a dog. It matters not the emotion is there. Lovely
Thank you friend
You are most welcome
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