There you are again, on my mind
Leaving tracks, the treads from your shoes
Stamped
A sense of loss
Wondering
Wandering
Our tape is damaged, there is no rewind.
In the thick silence, on your mind
Tiptoeing, the words between us
Lodged
A sense of weight
Pondering
Pandering
Your sleep is interrupted, there is no rest in sight.
At least, mine is.
What token can I pay, the change in my pocket
A sense of regret
Jingle
Jangle
In the quiet of the night, there is no end to the buzz.
There you are again, on my mind
Glued
A sense of faith
Rushing
Refreshing
Your whispers of love, I hear.
Even across this broken connection, there is an escape.
On the busy street, on your mind
Trudging, the calm you found there
A sense of hope
Soothing
Solidifying
In our peripheral, rally forth.
A Journal for Ashley 