you
sleep early

waiting for the morning
to see you leave

can't hear your footsteps
from here

I want to bring you near

waiting for you to notice me
is it your vision
can you not see
well

I guess not everyone knows dark the well

counting the shadows
counting the sounds
picking apart all the ways I can show myself

you're gone
I don't know what time you leave
can I have a head start

can I be your alarm

what if you look back for a minute
see that there's someone close by waiting

I sleep in the day
sleep is not my friend

you know things
I don't speak of

even if it's just for a moment
a piece of your voice
a flash of your face
will help me daydream of you all day