I hide little shreds of myself in the folds and on the sheets of your
bed
And hope that it’s enough to let you know that I’ll always have a piece
of
Me there to keep you company when you have those dreamless nights
Maybe something of mine lingers in your mind and when those fears
Come around and pull you deep in the throes of sleep you’ll see me and
The wait won’t feel so long, but so far the days pass by more quickly
for
Me and I’m still minutes to the hour and wishing I could hold my hand
out
And press the fingers of time to my will and I would speed them up and
Slow them down all according to the time that I get to stand beside you
In my head, I feel this bed underneath me in a darker room without
second
Story windows and without clothes tossed about the floor and my door is
Always shut to keep me trapped to myself, all by myself while the
television
Hums out tunes in the cadence of conversation all rehearsed and forced
Into fantastic dramatics with a punch-line where the audience laughs
and laughs
And I’m laughing with them, feeling with them, anything to ignore the
gap
I feel growing inside of me like the distance of miles of dotted
interstate lines
Where’s this technology to help me jump the hole in time and find you
smiling
We wrap our words around each other like sweaters for the comfort of
knowing
That we’ll be here still when the days fall to the countdown and we’ll
be down for
The count, wasting away in the early hours of the day feeling much
better than
Before when the anxious anticipation built up like Legos waiting to be
destroyed
As our insides emerge from the sea just off the coast of Japan and make
an angry
Hand to slap apart the pieces of the wait into chaos as we lay all
tangled up in grey
All tangled up in maroon, all tangled up in clouds and a loud, grinding
bed frame
We take a moment to trade things to say and I can’t help letting my
roots grow down
And touch the floor, when before I never thought I’d find anything
worth the trouble