Drifter,
you've been away
and worried now...
so stirring up commotion
(worrying with weeks of).
Sending me empty and
putting days to shelves
like you do.
You're breaking up,
shifting like numbers,
imagine them spreading all around me,
aiding a better sleep,
I'm resting
(think no one could bare to see you move on)
bridging you into me,
letting you speak heavy...
only bearing your right side