Molly Molntuss

Almost as if you knew you close your eyes and twitch your head when I can't quite chase the dreams away. You're not sleeping but you're not awake just yet. I can comfortably rest my discomforts in your care as I know you're not bothered. Troubles vaporize in your presence and become a breath of humid air to be blown away by the next. I don't care to explain what you are to me as I don't expect others to understand, my constant need to be by you, to touch you and make sure that you're well. Every sign of your illness stops my heart and my airways close before you make the familiar sound of being alright. I rest my forehead on your chest to feel your fur tickle my eyelids and I wouldn't trade a single moment I have with you. There is no cleaner love than what I have for you and even though you don't mentally understand you do understand.

You could be cloned to an exact copy but you wouldn't be you, all those moments we've had embedded in your being from being a small blot on a couch and wobbling across a floor which must have seemed like an eternity to you to chasing after the strings of the blinds in a frenzy, rushing up and down stairs just because you could and hypnotizing me to get your way would be deleted. I don't mind doing as you want me to as you're an extension of me. I know that one day you won't be with me anymore and that there'll be no replacement, how could one replace a piece of my heart?

But today, and for the rest of the days where I have the luxury of being with you I'm grateful that I have you by me to soothe my soul when it can't seem to find any other rest. 

The bigger lesson that I, or anyone can learn from this is to live in a constant present and be happy in the good moments we have, just like troubles build a tight weave to choke us the airpocket that lets us breathe is built from the simplest things.