Would you think it's stupid if I told you I remembered something you forgot.
I try not to say, I don't want to upset you.
I always remember things you tell me, or I try to. The things that are important to you.
Sometimes I wonder, do you think to do the same? Am I in your memory?

Do I roam your thoughts,
Or do I run through them and become nothing but an afterthought?
I don't want to be the last thing you remember or the first you forget.
I want to know how important I am to you.

Is that stupid?

I've been broken up into pieces. One says I'm being a fool and that I should wait for you.
The other says I'm a fool because I'm waiting for you.

Why am I still up?
A combination of sadness and uncontrollable coughing.

If you knew me, you might think," Why the sadness? You have your family, you have the girl. Why?"

Well I don't know, but it feels as though my body does before I do, that I'm going to lose something. It's kept me up late at night. Coughing up a lung, my blood heats up, and goes straight to my head. I feel something coming.
But is it my gut, that's always right? Or my heart that steers me wrong..?

I can't tell..

It is beautiful to help the one you love, but is even more so beautiful to know that they don't need your help.

They can be strong all their own if needed be.

It is silent
but I feel like a thousand words are spoken
we don’t look each other in the eyes anymore  
we don’t touch
we only wave
from across the room

goodbye ¿

My mistakes grow by the day, as does your apprehension.
Each night I wait for you, the edge becomes so clear.
Sharp glass with a sharper reflection, that cuts away at everything you thought you knew about me.
Everything I thought I knew about myself.
I know nothing of that reflection,  and neither do you, my love.

Everytime you go,
My shadow follows.

It lays it's weight,
Upon your shoulders.

And I'm always so sorry.