I'm convinced that
My insides are
Clockwork
Instead of organs
Some screws are loose
Some wheels are stuck
I'm pretty sure
They're covered in rust
But when you touch me
They start back up
Being around you
Is just enough
To shake me from this
Lethargic state
I fall into
The longer you're away
The worse it gets
I'm hoping that
When you come back
I'll still be able
To reach for your hand
I hope that you still
Remember who I am
Or has time erased
My face from your mind
Like footprints
In the sand?