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By Chris

now the days pass by
blurred by the speed I've thrown my life

into when I'm not around you.

but the nights...

the nights when i slow down

without your hands slowly guiding my head

towards the pillow

are long and nervous.

at least lately I've had a night bird

chirping outside my window

to sing my to sleep

its voice seems to let you talk to me

while your lips are lightly pressed together

miles away.

in mid-sentence you sleep.

in attentive silence so shall I.