To Not Wake You…
by Odin Roark

We’ve both learned,
Special Ops is a bitch.
I know,
Should have told you.

I buttered the last piece,
The heel you never eat.
I toasted it
Like you used to do,
Like you used to make for me.

I’m sorry, but….
Have to leave early this morning.
Won’t be back for a while.

To not wake you,
Is to feel what teardrops know,
As love need not talk.
It radiates silently,
Completely,
From and to
Open hearts.

Hope you’ll forgive me.