About dawn time, yes it is.
The world is so mean and hurtful sometimes but it’s just as easy to be a monster yourself I’ve realised.
Here he is, lying asleep.
I feel a gnawing ache. Somewhere inside. Not sure where.
I want to reach out and envelope him.
Caress his forehead, kiss his eyes, smoothen the wrinkles on his shirt.
But I dare not. For the fear that I’d wake him and he’d be upset again. Atleast this way he’s peaceful.
I didn’t want to hurt.
I didn’t. I honestly didn’t.
I don’t know if he believes me.
Or even wants me anymore.
But I’ll be here.
Watching him sleep.
– hope springs eternal, my gypsy man.