Maggie

I woke into the sounds of your bad dream,Reached to your warmth, touched you, and softly said,It's okay, Maggie, I'm here, you're in your bed.Your murmurs slowed, you shifted toward me, seemed

To say my name, then quieted again,Breathed deep away, my comfort mine to keep.Not wanting you to lose your thread of sleep,I kept my kiss, but needed to kiss you then

But would not call you back from your safe placeAnd caught the panic of Eurydice—That you would go before I let you seeThe dying of my heart to touch your face.

You slept away—I knew forever IWould learn how far off death is when you die.