Your hair-tie on my dresser
A button from your jeans
The bracelet from your sister
Quite sinister
The Downward Spiral album from your car
An old tube of ChapStick
No need to nitpick
For I am no dim-wit
A few items every two weeks
While you sleep
And I b r e a t h e
Where's your perfume?
I could've sworn it was right here
Darling, did you move it?
Silly little bird...
A red thread from your cardigan
Just like the one that binds me to you
Your knife, blunt from every emotional meltdown
Empty pill bottles lined up
Troubled history, hm?
Citalopram, Mirtazapine, Doxepin
Such a sad little bird
An empty can of Seagram's
A used bandage
And a take-out fortune
'An hour with friends is worth more than ten with strangers.'
My word, this is exactly how I feel
When I spend time with you...
Your Sleep-Aid sits on my nightstand
Just waiting for you to pick it up
Diphenhydramine- 50 mg. each
150 mg. every night for four years
The journal in my hands tells me so
A young man shivering in my attic
Force of habit
Like a rabbit, diving down
A bit worse for wear but still kicking
Your hand in mine as I console you
'Local man missing'; How could he be?
He's right here
I'll release him in a fortnight
After all, he didn't see me
A gift, from me to you
My morbid little night owl