He’s Not

Sleeping on the couch
He looks peaceful
Serene
Untroubled about his life.

Stirring from the tv noise
Turning off his phone
He looks tired
Asleep
Dreaming of sweet dreams

And he’s not a worry to me
He’s not a trouble.
He’s not some sort of rebellious boy,
Though he does have his stubble.

Sitting here and thinking words
Guilt within my gut
He’s here
Alone
Broken from his better half.

I still can’t believe they split it off
“Going Crazy” is what he said.
He’s a fighter
A Warrior
Strong against the heartbreak.

And I love him all the more.
He’s not a worry to me.