Sometimes I Lie Awake at Night Thinking About Loving you.
There’s been memories you left for me in the bottom of our sink,
Dirty bowls hold oceans of long gone breakfast meals
Filthy plates keep stories of dinner all alone.
I hear the floorboards whisper stories of us
Legacies of thrown objects
The creaking of a lover’s foot
steps
Our bed speaks longingly for you
the creak I've never heard before when I lay down alone
There’s an impression still waiting for you to lay here by me
Pillows that don’t move in the years become lonely
My closet is empty now, filled only with clothes
Photos lie unseen in a box on the floor
Love lies unwanted in my heart on your forgotten long sleeve tees
I’m a little sad now.
I hear you singing in the hallways still
Not sure if it’s in my head or the wind.
Not sure if it's in my head or the wind.
Not sure if it’s in my head or the wind.
Not sure if it's in my head or the wind.
"Not sure if it's in my head or the wind." - you