Hoping To Dream


His woman lies curled beside him
burrowed into his embrace for warmth,
peaceful in their common sleep.

Twelve minutes from now
the alarm will jangle,
another day begins -
another series of problems,
and argument generators,
and tension where there once was love.

The number flips,
eleven minutes now, the clock ticking,
time running out on their truce.
He luxuriates in her proximity,
loving her presence
while his mind tears at him.

When did he cross the line?
Where did he lose it?
At what point did the golden thread
that ran between their souls
become rusted barbed wire?

Ten minutes now,
he snuggles down deeper into his mind,
hoping to dream
they were still in love,
knowing this will be the best few moments of his day.

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