Effort

Your asleep,

By the end of the movie,

And I'm running down,

To carry you back upstairs,

So tired,

Of these bleak wooden steps,

Staring into static every night,

Praying for a new masterpiece,

Like a bright red bicycle,

To replace what I have made,

But I have made you,

As you smile serenely under covers,

And for that,

I will never stop being thankful,

I will never stop trying to make things better,

For you.