The Shake

The scratching of paper and pen reminds me of a song

I wrote two years back.

I remember each and every line like a photo glued to the lids of my eyes.

The shiver of my wheezing chest reminds me of the way

I felt two years back.

And as we lose all track of time

I feel her breath like ice on the tip of my spine.

The shake before

I sleep, the shake before

I sleep, the shake before

I sleep. The shake before

I sleep, the shake before

I sleep, the shake before

I sleep. I wait for the bed to get warm as my eyes adjust to the darkest light form.

And as I start to drift away you’re the shake that pulls me back to this state.

The shake before

I sleep, the shake before

I sleep, the shake before

I sleep. The shake before

I sleep, the shake before

I sleep, the shake before

I sleep. You’re the shake