A Goodnight Poem by Shierylle Barison

Why do my memories linger and sway?
You always seize my thoughts each day.
Your existence leaves me in a daze,
Lost in the wonder of your endless maze.

I don't plead or crave, nor expect your time,
I find joy in your picture, framed so sublime.
It fills me with happiness, a treasure to keep,
Even knowing you think of me before you sleep.

I can't find my peace when the night draws near,
Unless I hear you whisper, 'NYT, ' my dear.
A simple word from you lights up my night,
Bringing calm and comfort, making everything right.