awakening at Three (gasping to breathe)

I can't seem to breathe without you.
You are my oxygen.
You are the prescription mask I wear.
You have become the reason I wake in the morning,
whether it be to eagerly check my email,
hoping for a word or two
to lift me to my feet
or simply
because there isn't enough of you
in my dreams
to fill my increasing needs

so I abandon empty fantasy
to seek more,
in the stark and scary reality,
a place that hasn't especially
been kind to me in the past.

I'll wait here as long as I can,
trying to be what you need in a Sam,
supporting you however you need...me.
I wish I could show you how much you mean.
And how much I need...you.