Crawl Back at Night, poem (221/365)

We where so young
So sleepy
So crazy
I remember walking you
To make sure you
Made it home
Crawling to my place
Collapsing on mattress
Made of stones
Texting with one good eye
For signs of life
While the other
Ventured to dream land
I remember limp arms
Reaching for pain staking alarms
I remember wanting sleep
But I remember needing morning
And being blessed
To reenact days
Life like this
Over and over again
Hard work
But yet just so blessed


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