some days

some days and weeks they stumble past one sleep to the next my sheets strangely empty but i have occupied them alone for as long as i can remember and your words bleak and hopeful my eyes jump from line to line to devour their meaning your structure so tantalising you fluidly switch perspectives i was a device for such you were the only i saw my memories and i gave them language you torment with the present i cannot escape such a clutch i try in vain to forget you waste to bones i engorge i get scared in the night when my limbs are apart from me and if you were here they would be yours i create shadows of monsters and i sing me to sleep where are you a cold heart and tiny hands.