Do you think about me, about the times left behind
the tears, the laughter and the despair we shared
from the silly inside jokes
to the guttural screams,
the heaving of your chest as you wept freely
comfortably
in my arms,
your sunken eyes
after a week of sleepless nights,
the line of sweat in your furrowed eyebrows
after being awaken by another set of night terrors
Blissful Barbara 