Sometimes, when I cannot sleep,
I descend the dark stairs
And sit by his side.
For I know he will always wake for me.
I will place myself in front of him
On the stone cold ground.
He will look deep into my eyes
and ask me what’s wrong –
twitching those magnificent eyebrows of his.
He will provide me with warmth,
and lick my hand.
I will smile at him and send him my love.
Telling him how beautiful his soul is.
I will breathe in the fresh crisp air
and marvel at the beauty of the world.
And although no words are spoken,
He is my best friend,