Sleeping Alone

My heart has two homes, two homes
Four sets of hands that have it stol'n
Lucky I am to have more than I can
Ever return back in whole

But my home is not near, not near
Arms, hugs and laughter not here
Missing the faces as I sleep in strange places
That are held deep in my soul next to fear

Blessed to have loves I suppose, I suppose
Distance in time as it grows
Releasing the tears for just a few years
Imagining it all but alone.

Eight

Breaking in the absence of you

the warmth that folds us together

shatters into cold brittle aches

An ocean of dull throbbing

filling the space around these

piercing breaths of broken glass

Congested with static

and waves of fervency

resisting lucidity

Calm my brokenness

you are mine you say

no less far away

Sadness embraced

with the future

at our service

Unravel

these lives of

our making

Travel

the map

to me

Pace

the

halls