Two Missing

There is something in you
Worth so much more than you know
Mustering up the voice
To say something to me
The crowd drowns
Spins out of control
Like the universe between our eyes

Still resting on your brow
For the few minutes after you wake
Before your breath become regulated
Before you dress for the day

Tamed to accomodate my sensitivities
Crouching to be with me
Must sometimes hurt your knees