these bones
feel a thousand years old
the creak of each movement
startles.

can't remember being this old
can't remember feeling satisfied

the birds outside shriek
the trees whip around
and the dark winds howl.

i try not to move lest i wake
you from your restful slumber.

waiting for this year's blossoms
the skies yearn for sunlight.
and if this night could stretch
for several moments longer.

i could witness you
peaceful, dreaming.
beautiful.