I measure love with loss
Obsessed with ticking movements
Calculated distances to out-sync
But in the end it always returns,
Marching triple time and
Confusing the beat.
I try to paint it out,
Pluck it out,
Scrawl it down.
Ghost feelings rambling around in an area
Usually occupied by the loved one,
Catching for moments here
And there, causing something like
Shut it out,
Although it comes back in dreams
And teases for days.
Sleepless with irrational thoughts
About the weight and
Hallway and Back.