in the very small of the night

in the very small of the night
it comes,
whispers of a different life,
and the words are soft but hard to hear
and sometimes i think they may break me.

but in the very small of the night
he whimpers,
and my arms move to cradle him
as my breath hovers over his in love.

no, there is no such thing as being happy,
there is just knowing happiness
in tiny moments, too holy to grasp.

and yes, sometimes they come
in the very small of the night.

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