There are mornings I find you waking up next to me, when nights are easier than nights.
Your toes twist a little & you open your eyes looking at me with a question.
'You haven't really slept have you? '
I smile back at your knowing of me, my eyes more than pleased with the tiredness of gazing at you through the night.
I get up to move away the curtains to let the light into the dark room, when you take my wrist in your hand and ask me to let the darkness linger.
'But I want to look at your