My heart aches for a time.
For a moment in the stream of everlasting seconds.
I hope I lose that time when I miss you.
I thought I was losing my memory.
But then I remembered that if I forget, I'll forget you.
Then it was okay, and then
I told myself to think of nine in place of you.
That number was better than you.
And I wanted my dreams to let me see the number nine, asleep.
But do not wake me up, because I won't forget.
And I can't remember, because you are nine.
And I am nothing, and you are forgotten in the time of nine.