unraveling so slow,
I feel that it's about to fall apart.
and here I lie wondering
if you feel it too.

conversations
shorter.
time with you
shorter.

my confidence
less.
my hope in you
less.

time without you
longer.
thinking about you
longer.

I lie awake
holding something that isn't you,
wondering if you miss me too.

if you missed me,
you'd tell me.
and do you?
not once.