rhythm.

Is this how it feels, to not know your name?

To go ever slowly, through the rhythm of each day.

My heart waits fragile, for the moment you return.

Anticipation swallows me, as the night closes upon.

I won't be okay, if we never meet again.

The nights are far too lonely, and for that, I'm scared within.

I build walls to retrain you,

yet I want to tear down.

These feelings inside me,

in which now I might drown.