you are sleeping
and i listen to you snore.
it is a background to my music,
a comforting rhythm.
and reminds me that you are there.
this familiarity with you
makes me smile.
i even love your snoring
(even though it sometimes wakes me)
because it is a part of you.
without listening to the snore,
i would not wake to breakfast
or get hugs when i come back from work.
some people ask me,
“how can you stand that?”
and i just smile.
“you get used to it.”
the way you get used to
holding hands,
watching b rated movies,
and having stupid talks,
in the middle of the night.
how can snoring matter?
and i find that i have come to feel
the same about his other
short comings and faults.
i cannot cut out those parts
without loosing the wonderful whole.
but i will keep the snoring.


Posted on November 25, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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