You gave me up,
As a fowl lose its feathers,
But you see,
O my dearie!
Away from you,
I'm still flying,
Cause me and my heart
Is light-weight.

Thoughts are eating me alive
I feel sharp bites as they gnaw
Bleeding out pints of sense and reason
From conclusions I draw

I am glad to drift to sleep every night
Even with precious time flying by
Happy to experience any relief
No problems behind closed eyes

Conversations filling free dreams floating within
Attempting to be understood
Have no interest in indulging opinions
Hanging silent in my head, engraved in 'would'

In efforts to turn around my thinking
I stuff my mind with different distractions
Put hands to use with various tasks
Only substances bring satisfaction

I need to unearth the causes
Responsible for lack of peace
Little by little learn to be happy
Sorrows burning my brain will cease

I remember
                   faking sleep
just to count your breath
                    memorizing
all the details
of your face-

your               eyebrows
your lips, and the mole
on your              
                           cheek

trying to find                         peace
between the strands
of your h a i r , along
with the rhythm
of your
h  e  a  r  t  b  e  a  t
                               that lulls me
                                                  to sleep.