Sometimes when you're sleeping, I'll get up and look at you. I
can't sleep. Dreams just don't come easy lately. I see your hair
thining. Your face, shallow from weight loss.

    I think how beautiful you are.

    I wonder what I must have done right to have been able to
share your life. Did I treat today as if my life would be judged on
it? We have so much and I would give it all up to be with you. I would
be your Atlas and carry the weight of the world on my shoulders to let
you dance amoung the clouds.

    Sometimes I'll walk over to you and softly kiss your lips and
hope that I can breath your illness into me and out of you. I hug you
every day without telling you that when I do I imagine the light of a
thousands suns rushing through me into you. The strength that you have
given me for the last ten years, stored up like an bottomless well
that powers me, going into you to give you strength to fight another
day.

    I feel so invincible when I think of you and yet the thought
of you hurting rips my heart like a paper valentine, wet with tears.
How many times today can I tell you I love you? The moment the words
leave my lips I think that I love you even more.

    I want to pray. I just don't have the words. I sit and watch
you, listening to the rain fall down the glass of the window outside.
Are you listening God? I think I've lost my way. Let her be alright.
Watch over her. I would say that I want this for her but I want it for
myself as well, but know that I would give up myself to see her safe.

    Give us strength to fight a good fight, let us see the light
through the storm.

    I need to go back to sleep. I wonder, tonight, what dreams may
come?

Dougie®
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