it's times like these where i wish
i could be beside you -
when i'm feeling hopeless,
stressed, like everything i want
is slipping completely
from my reach

my hands reach out in search
of you, but
all my fingers seem to catch is
the feel of too-familiar air
circulating all around me,

in the place where
you should be

baby, please come;
hold me, whisper in my ear that
everything will eventually be alright

let your low, calming voice
guide my heart to a wonderful place

let your lips carry my thoughts
away from here

let your hands take me away
and make me forget

forget
     forget
          forget
all that has gone,
all that is forming,
and all of

what's left of me