You sleep in our nursery now, instead of by my side. I miss your quiet presence next to me while I dream.
No comforting rest anymore. Only sleep and not sleep.

Remember when we moved into the house? Remember how excited we were? So many dreams, unrealized.
Nursery sat empty for so long waiting for a fresh coat of paint, hope and new life.
Now it is filled with our disgrace. Our failure.

Remember when I filled you with joy? There was so much excitement then.
Now, my return home each evening fills you with dread. Dread that I might make you interact with a world that for some reason hurts you so much. Preferring to stay in your cocoon.

I grow weary of being a source of dread for one I love so much.