I have nothing clever to say,
no great statement to make,
if it is all meant to be then
I guess I've made my bed.
Life is moving at a pace
beyond my shortening reach,
I no longer care to judge or
or take the expected leap
of a faith long gone and a
life lived outside the norm.

There's a quietness in the room,
as the cat slinks her way across
my bed and just for a moment
you stir. Slow breaths permeating
the bed covers and touching my skin,
make it almost impossible not to slip
beneath and give a 'morning kiss', but
upon seeing your sleeping face, I resist.