sleeping.

I notice your breathing at night as you put your head to rest beside mine. You struggle from time to time to gasp for breath. I hear a gargle in your throat. No wait it more your lungs. I really feel its in your lungs. It worries me. I sit my head up to see if your face looks pained. I look expecting to see just that, but I am surprised, as you look calm. Your sleeping. I place my hand over your chest as if to reassure you that it will be ok.

We rest together. I do not sleep. I simply rest. I can’t bring myself to sleep. I want to experience every last moment I have with you. I want to have these last few memories before it happens.