The scratching of paper and pen reminds me
of a song I wrote two years back.
I remember each and every line like a photo
glued to the lids of my eyes.
The shiver of my wheezing chest reminds me
of the way I felt two years back.
And as we lose all track of time I feel her
breathe like ice on the tip of my spine.
The shake before I sleep, the shake before
I sleep, the shake before I sleep.
The shake before I sleep, the shake before
I sleep, the shake before I sleep.
I wait for the bed to get warm as my eyes
adjust to the darkest light form.
And as I start to drift away you