Sleep Talk

You drag yourself across the room, carrying the baggage you refuse to put down

You drag yourself across the room until you find a home between my arms, I remind you to put your glasses on, you tell me you’ve misplaced them again

I’ve always known you’d have trouble placing things

It’s 2 A.M. now and

You drag yourself across the room, then place your head gently on my shoulder, fighting the sleeplessness away

You ask me to play with your hair since it reminds you of when things were actually okay.

You were forced to meet with grief from an awfully young age, even though it never directly concerned you

You feel responsible for the lives you feel as though you are living because when you look in the mirror, you see multiples rather than one;

Did anyone ever tell you that it’s okay to cry?

I comb my fingers through your hair as I watch your eyes begin to flutter shut 

You eventually drift into a state of half-consciousness

It’s 4 A.M. now and

You pull me into the fascinating works of your mind, I could never ask for a better gift

You let your guard down as you begin to sleep-talk, you tell me about all the paradoxes in your mind

You tell me that you fear the thought of us drifting, that you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself

“Who else would remind me to wear my glasses?” you ask half-jokingly; I don’t reply.

Do you actually mean it? Or should I blame your heavy eyes?

I think back to all the promises we made about leaving this town, these people

I think back to the time where we promised to run, and go wherever the wind takes us

I think back to the time where we promised to get away from the noise 

It’s 6 A.M. and

The stars are falling, the sun is rising, and I still haven’t found the right words to say

Maybe if I hold your hands a bit tighter this time, you’ll remember and understand 

But how will you remember? And how could I ever blame you when I know that you’ve never quite understood the concept of time?

If I engrave my words on paper, will you remember?

All the promises in the world could never compete against the strength of mine when I say:

No matter how many streets come between us, no matter how many cities, countries, continents

No matter how much airplanes draw contrails on the skies, no matter the time zones 

I will always be with you.

Find me between the regions of the sea and the sky,

Along the lines of infinity 

Gliding with the tides, singing with the birds

Dancing with the stars of yesterday

I am with you, forever and always.