I can't sleep unless my sheets are tucked in on each side.
Reminiscent of a coffin, I can lay my hands flat in silent prayer
Touch each strand of thread
And think of the names that have slipped my mind
The voices I have forgotten the cadence of
Yours was one of the first to go
Bit by bit, it alluded me
First the words that fell from your tongue so eloquently
Then your laugh as it stirred up the fallen leaves
So only a aching hum was left where only aching once was
Eyes shut tight
"Played like a banged up fiddle" was the phrase that came to mind
My mother would shake her head at me
But I saw the way your hands held your own sorrows
And still had room for mine
I wanted to watch you climb trees with them
And hoist me up to enjoy the view
Yours was the first to return
Crawling its way to my ears
I tried to stop it
My hands were stuck
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