Counting sleep

It’s like being scared to be happy:

to watch you sleep;

and to count the hours you sleep

while your chest gently rises and falls.

Yes, I watch you breathe because

what if while I drift off into sleep,

you slowly drift away from

my life and this earthly existence.

Like I said, it’s like being scared to be happy.

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