​Awakening

I have to believe that you will be
there when I wake
when all this fades
and I have nothing left to take
except a hand
that understands my hand
and nothing left to see
except a set of eyes
that look intently
into me
and a silent smile
that understands
the depth of a feeling which I refuse to diminish
by attempting to transform it into words.
A touch, a look is all that I have left
to give or to take
and that is why
I have to believe

I must believe
that you will be
there when I wake.