We die to each other daily.

I Ask For Nothing More

While you are sleeping,
I read your words again
and am reminded of our past.
I cry at the sad places
and rage against my mistakes.
I wish I could make those things right.
Then I find the gentle places
of what you write and laugh at the odds.
It seems to me
that I do make you happy -
I don't know how this came to pass,
but damn, it's all I want
for as long as it lasts.

Your Words by Calvin