I think of you
sometimes
in the room next to mine
and wonder what you might do
in the arms of the night.

I think about
who you hold
silently
in your bed
when I can hear nothing
know nothing
of your fate
in the hours after dark.

I hope
sometimes
when you are alone
in bewitched hours
you hear a sound
and
palm on wall
you reach out
to the closest person
and you wonder if I
too
am alone.

I am.
I sleep in secret fealty
to you
and a banner
I have never acknowledged.

I am ready to protect you
should you ever wish it.