I carry a picture of you like a stamp inside of me like a memory
engraved into bone the less I hear
from you the more the night scares me;
I've never been afraid of the dark before
it's been an understanding friend
hiding the monsters, wrapping its arms around me
like a blanket
that won't ever itch
It's the quiet the empty slate silence of it
and the shadows
too symbolic I never get any sleep any more now
that you're not here