Tell me something I've heard before...
convince me I'm not dreaming.
Pull me from that forgotten space way back on the top shelf
between the rapidly growing families of dust
and those god awful boxes of stuffing you're saving for Thanksgiving

Lying here--
Can I look at your face while you search my chest for those twin kicks?
I want to memorize every shade in your iris
and color them by number in my head from memory
in case I ever lose the originals

You tell me all you want in life is consistency,
so I'll continue to tell you the lies you want to hear.
I can still feel your palm's pressure on my body;
have you found my heartbeat yet?