A crust of bed

I’ll give you all of my heart... just give me a crust of bed

I’ll give you all of my heart...

Just give me a crust of bed,

Where I’ll hang, half off the edge,

As you stretch yourself from east to west.

I’ll hold my breath

And move my limbs like pick-up sticks,

Careful not to let a passing stir lift you from sleep.

I’ll let you rest—

And before you think it selfish,

Let me tell you:

As much as I want to close my eyes,

I know, too,

That as you get older,

It gets harder to lay your head

As easily as you do now.

So I’ll allow myself

To be gentle,

To protect

your slumber.

The days are endless,

But the years are short—

So let’s stay here,

A little longer.

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Photo by Leyre