You thanked me too soon for letting you die, turning to walk out of the room I grabbed journals, of times come too soon to mention now.
Running down the hall, wailing that could be heard for miles, I stop and stare. Bearings gathered, returning to retreat, passing by our minds meet and I see you are alone with your takeout treat. Room unrecognizable to the house, lucidly staring up from your phones screen, our eyes see.
I crawl back in bed covering head to feet, whilst the warmest of hearts spooned me, indeed. Unspoken shadow appreciation to you from me.