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