Poetry: Pre-Dawn Jumble

We are awake;
After midnight and before the edge of light.
I consider raiding the cupboards,
While you laugh and make big-for-you noises.
I decide I do not want to brush my teeth…
I sit, and you climb into my lap,
In this silence,
After midnight,
And before the world wakes,
I am left with the tumbling of my heart,
feeling the empty spaces,
And the nearly bitter pus on the edges;
Wondering if time will heal this.
Or if the holes become a permanent fixture.
But your little hums as you settle in the dark,
Soothe the newer spaces of my heart,
And lament for the empty places.
There is patience in the dark.