The cat and I sit
One room over, while you sleep.
Morning breaks sweetly.
Here is what I know.
Your hate fits into a thimble.
Our love fills the ocean.
We send you off into the waves
In your tiny little rusted thimble.
Promise thirty years
So that she knows you won’t leave.
Comfort, joy, and peace.
Falling asleep wrapped
In the warmth of angels’ arms
Knowing we are loved.
She can’t come, she said,
And broke her sister’s heart clean
Like a knife on glass.
Love is waking up
To the smell of hot coffee
Knowing he brewed it.