my mind is brimming with things I can never not keep
like how your face smooths when you're barely asleep
or how your voice changes ever so slightly at the edges
when you're losing patience with me
and there are things that I'm trying to forget
but I know they'll never really go away
it's impossible and it's unnerving holding the world at bay
being days away, in something untouched, something unchanged
when every day is different, but the night is always the same
when I can't get to sleep, I go to my safety place
it's dark and it's quiet, it's you and it's me
and every night that's how I drift off to sleep
with an image of your face clinging to my conscious
every day I wake with you sitting heavy on my conscience