A poem about love and comfort by David Tombale: At the beside

One of the great things about love is that you can allow yourself to be vulnerable around the person you care for and that’s what this poem is really about.

At the bedside

Stifle my grief, when the noonday

tides of passing cars bring with them

an outpouring of memories and tears,

when the heavy weight of sheets

and linen crowd me in, burying me

beneath the clogging scent of roses

smelling sickly sweet upon my bedside

table, she sits with me,

she waits with me while the tired cries

of the neighbor’s cat keep me up at night,

she soothes my fears.