Assurance
i often wake up in the middle of the night
and go to your bassinet
and press two fingers lightly upon your chest
to see if it still moves
with every little breath you take
to make sure you have not been
carried away
by some ghastly fate
to reassure myself that i am capable
of keeping us both alive.
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