I've been to too many funerals* I say
my eyes meet yours in the window

please don't make me go to yours
is what I didn't say aloud.

Dear man in the moon,

all I wish for
is that when it ends,
you might tell me
I am brave.

If you were
to undress
the light
in my eyes
you would
find your
soul-
swimming through
chimes
into
my
bones.

You
are
my
best
days.

There have been

seventy six million
nine hundred forty two thousand
three hundred and fifty one poems

about falling asleep
next to someone you love

that was a lie, of course
but by God is it ever wonderful.

Seventy six million
nine hundred forty two thousand
three hundred and fifty two.

I think I lost my heart
for I can't feel anything
The light I once had is gone
now only emptiness remains

Where has it gone?
Did I dropped it by accident?
It was safely dormant within my chest
or was it taken and I didn't notice it.

My memory is a little foggy
But there's a face painted in my eyes
A little do I remember
But it seems you had my heart

I offered my heart to someone?
How can that be?
I was fine being alone,
I'm okay to be just me

I can only think of one reason
She woke my heart of stone
But my heart beat so greatly
that it fell out of my chest and into you

But you cannot accept it
For there's no place for it in you
My heart wasn't able to come back
It died in the cold pavement, hardened and back to stone again.

I know I lost my heart
for I can't feel anything
The light I once had is gone
now only emptiness remains