Wednesday, May 13, 2015


I cross the ocean 
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 .