Losing

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 .