As I lie here staring at the ceiling
My prison , a funeral holds my hand
I can't shake her
She sings me to sleep
She whispers good morning
I look past her to find your smile
I throw on my head phones
Streaming songs of conversations
Run muted and shattered like this note
Words sent under untouched lips
I wait .
I feel you listening .
As I lay here
I know you hear me .