oh tomala, as you sleep you’re so dear
wrapped in a cocoon of fluffy down fleece.
you think it’s weird that i watch you from here
you’re just so beautiful, sleeping, at peace.

i’m likened to blips from the before time
when wakened from drips from his showered hair
his words linger in my head a shrill chime:
“you’ll miss my drips one day when i’m not there.”

i hated the drips cause i hated me.
i couldn’t understand his staring gaze.
and now in hindsight i have come to see
similar thing’s happening to tommy.

tom: you are radiant, stellar, and bright.
you’re my morning sun and my night moonlight.