Shallow Breathing

Far too slow, the fan blades turn.
The air is still. My stomach churns.

In this black night, between white sheets,
Breathing soft, my Sara sleeps.

She lies 'tween my desperate arms,
Which have not the strength to keep from harm,

Nor to always hold her close,
For I follow him where'er he goes.

Please, dear one, open not your eyes.
To see your pain is demise.

I'd do anything to stop your tears.
I'm begging you. I'll fight your fears.

Just sleep now, and spare me the sight
Of proof that this is our last night.