I've been running around
a notebook on my hip
and the sun in my eyes
and your words on my lips

i've been falling asleep
with your smell on my mind
and the faintest memory
of our fingers entwined

but I've been waking up
with a pillow by my side
and you leaving with my dreams
on the outgoing tide

Your mind flees its body
Clenching its fists

Mourning an absence
Craving existence

Chasing a hope
That floats in the distance

Churning a storm
That forms a resistance

You are strong
You are worthy
You are whole

But only small hands
Will catch your drifting soul.