It is always worse at night,
holding my breath while you struggle for yours,
listening for dragons, sensing they are near,
just out of sight
they know where you are,
already their fiery smoke lies deep in your lungs,
they have no need to rush, they always win the fight.
At the first hint of morning light, I make you tea,
passing the shaky mug
I see from the fear in your eyes it has become clear
just watching and waiting
you know they are here.
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