The smile of the Moon, the blanket of dusk. Is it time to sleep now? I gently ask.
Not till I sing you my song tonight, a soft little tune in the pale, blue light:
Will you be mine, will I be yours? Will love see us through regret and loss? Will we still be dancing when all this ends; will we be together, still holding our hands?
I know our story is hard to tell, a bitter romance that we know too well. But whenever you’re scared, just know that I, have written for you this sweet lullaby.
It’s now time to sleep, he finally said, to sweet dreams of peace, as I lay on my bed. I held him so close, there wasn’t a word; and his slow, bated breath was the last sound I heard.