here you go sweet, divided up the way i intended, but screwed up in copying in the group.

bedside chair

clock ticks drip on my tired mind ,

With me as I sit the pulse we bear

The seat hard as my presence

As my past, my pain is grasping

My hands stroke your forehead

Love all easy at love’s end

My fingers,Your hair, you are touched

To have gone so far without it no more

I ask ‘are you afraid?

I am you as never before

Your whisper curls like an aging leaf

In soft autumn colors around my head

I will press the moment, the place,

Into ageless folds of growth

Hidden beneath my belly

Your last safe space