watching ally sleep
it’s sunday afternoon
i am watching ally sleep
on the small couch in the living room
the one that’s hard as a rock
the one she’s always stuck with
because i’m too big for anything in this place
she looks peaceful
her back facing me
her snores coming light and calm
the book that she was reading
set on the floor instead of haphazardly dropped
an intentional weekend afternoon nap
i was going for my water
i was going to go back to my novel
but i decided instead to watch her sleep
how long has it been
since i did this? i
wondered
maybe years into us
just sat there while ally slept
watching her eyes, her mouth
the way her chest rose up and down
in my mind
compiling the dozens of things
to share with her the next day
my wife
my love
my very best friend
my peace
my solace
my quiet in this storm
06.24.14
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