Have you ever been kept awake
By your own heartbeat?
The sound reminding you
Of how his touch
Could quicken its pace
Or how what's in your tumbler
Could slow it down.
Does it echo so loudly
In your ears
That you think of ways
To make it stop?
You crave silence
For silence means rest
And rest is so scarce
When every .8 seconds
A memory beats it's way
Into your head.