Right

When the demons sleep and forget about us,

When the world is standing sideways,

I lay awake and gaze at your eyes.

The weight of sleep on my shoulders,

The day replaying in my head,

The regrets and fears,

All vanish

As I look at your face

And if, by chance,

I get to see your eyes light up,

With or without a smile,

Then I know that all will be well

Because looking at you

And seeing you

And hearing you breathe

Are all I could ever hope for.

And when, in the early morning,

I feel your warmth by my side

And your head on my chest,

I smile and shuffle back to my slumber,

Because all is

Right.