Unrest - Spring Silver

I forget so easily what it’s like to be wanted

To see the outstretched hands

Grasping at the empty air

Where I once stood

The dreams that lift you from the earth

Threaten to put you in the dirt

And you reach for sanity

But all your hands find is a tool

To etch your sorrow into your arms

Gnarled marks in your soft skin

Like scratches on the wall

To show how much your anguish has grown

My shaky hand finds purchase in his

As we lay in the dorm beds

Too small to get a comfortable night’s sleep in

This sleeplessness I once shared with you