I always want to awaken
with my glasses caressing yours
on our bedside table.
And in the morning
when you're flailing about -
I'll hold them for you
because I know the first thing you'll whimper
is, "Gasses? Pease?"
And you'll whack me in the wrist
just trying to take hold of them -
you're blinded when you wake up,
and blinded at birth.
Reborn every morning with you
I will live my life, and you yours
but will always find myself
intertwined with you every evening.
And I couldn't ask for more.
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