When you're gone, so am I.
I can't find myself,
and I wander through the minutes.
They taste like hours,
stale and briny.
Fingers pull at my hair,
turn my chin,
and try to take my eyes.
I twist my body away,
searching for my soul,
remembering my mission,
my patience.
A bass beat
sets the motion in my feet
as I swim past clutching hands,
whispering lips,
and glowering eyes.
"Where are you, where are you?"
I cry aloud.
The hours turn to eons on my tongue,
leaving me dry
with dust and dirt.
Thirst, urge for moisture
cannot be assuaged while I search.
My heavy breath and parted mouth
look to the sky for answers.
My eyes close against the gray,
just as another hand reaches for me.
I turn to strike it away,
finding you there.
"Here I am,"
you say so gently.
"Here I am."
I can't find myself,
and I wander through the minutes.
They taste like hours,
stale and briny.
Fingers pull at my hair,
turn my chin,
and try to take my eyes.
I twist my body away,
searching for my soul,
remembering my mission,
my patience.
A bass beat
sets the motion in my feet
as I swim past clutching hands,
whispering lips,
and glowering eyes.
"Where are you, where are you?"
I cry aloud.
The hours turn to eons on my tongue,
leaving me dry
with dust and dirt.
Thirst, urge for moisture
cannot be assuaged while I search.
My heavy breath and parted mouth
look to the sky for answers.
My eyes close against the gray,
just as another hand reaches for me.
I turn to strike it away,
finding you there.
"Here I am,"
you say so gently.
"Here I am."
