Your dreams were filled with little parting gifts
even though I never wanted you to leave.
As I am awake and you are not my mind drifts
away, to say you never noticed your own heave.

You're the cause of my heaves too
in mood, in breathing and in beating
anything and anyone to get through
and get a seating
next to you.

But my mind yells torture and my feet get motionless
whenever the distance grows.
I've noticed I've been reaching different lows
now I understand the notion less.