i am pretty sure
your name is being softly engraved in the
dark circles
that are trying to form under my eyes

i think,
i think i know this from these
nights
i've been spending up,
awake, waiting and hoping you'll come in the morning.

i think maybe even one night you slipped
in through my pores
and drifted along my blood stream,
right into my brain
because most of my thoughts seem to be about you

i think you write along the walls of my skull
and i think you write in pen,
writing words and phrases and secrets
over and over and
over until they seep into my bones and
become part of my skin

and i think you took a record or two
of your voice with you,
because i am always hearing it just as i'm getting ready for bed

don't you know that all this keeps me up?
yes,
yes i think
yes i think you do