In the dark you sit on my lap.
Your legs dangle almost the entire length of mine.
I feel your warm breathe against my neck
And occasionally a whimper of pain escapes your lips.
I resist the urge to kiss your forehead as I know this only
increases the pain of the migraine you are suffering.
So instead I kiss your fingertips which are intertwined with mine
hoping that conveys the depth of my love in this moment.
I would climb any mountain, pay every dime I have,
suffer any amount of pain just to take away these migraines.
For now we sit in silence performing the ritual we have
perfected in many migraines before, you sitting still,
holding my hand as I rub small gentle circles on your back.