Your sounds in the night
are soft
with wild heartbeats
getting you through
each curve ball
in the subconscious.
My arms tangle around
the fur of the cats and your
right forearm.
Sleep can get me.
I swallow and lumps
of the throat stick
until the end of the day
after
tears have fallen
and goodbyes
are all between soft cheeks
the kisses of October
fill with love
with worry
with grief