Last night I listened to your breathing again.
Your heart beat into verses first, then slurred into a song I can't forget.
And now I find myself repeating every line when I'm too sick to fall asleep.
And I wonder, if my illness shades your mind,
would you still sing your song for me?
Would my eyes still trace these walls?
Would my voice become a thunder?
Will I know I'll hit the ground before I fall?
Alice, I've been sitting since this awful feeling hit.
I promise I won't fall asleep; I need to rest my mind just for a bit.
In five disjointed, broken-hearted strains
she says "Oh, our love is strange."
Reminders of a funeral: the flowers sing.
I'm broken I'm afraid.
Pretty eyes don't let me slip.
Sail for Florida in the winter,
tell the captain that I couldn't make the trip.
released August 17, 2014
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