Dear Nexen,

When my arms feel tired

Because you need to be held

A little longer than usual

And you finally fall asleep

Enough for me to put you down

I marvel

At how empty

My arms feel

Without you in them

And I remember

How quickly

These days will pass

And you will barely

Need me to hold you

At all

And when you wake-up

And ask to be held again

I forget

That my arms were ever tired