Sleepless nights

I do not sleep as readily or as soundly as my husband.

He collapses into the slumber I so desire.

He is peaceful.

Snoring.

Softly.

He is relaxed – in repose – I long to join him.

I will soon.

When my mind is quieted.

When the songs racing through my mind swell

Then resolve.

Tho I am fitful in the eve, he is peaceful

Perhaps exhausted.

Tomorrow many heavy thoughts will consume his energy and I will make all attempts to appease.

By night’s fall

his frets allayed

my vigil begins.

again.