You wear good years on your eyelids, weighs them down and keeps your secrets. Forget names you gave all your things and pray you spent your whole life praying to God, or praying at all. I pumped every red cent I had into hoping when you woke you’d still remember me. I cursed all the bricks in our house and the dirt in our yard until it did cover me. Now I just don’t sleep anymore, and plans just don’t keep anymore, and hands just don’t cling anymore, and I barely sing anymore unless I sing you to sleep. It makes me think of all that could’ve gone wrong, but somehow you found me. It helps me forgive the terrible things, the cruelty of time, the waiting around. I cannot forget. Though it’s going to end, I’m so glad you found me. I can’t keep your heart from stopping. It weighs me down, it keeps me honest. Trading grins with death like old friends, clawing heels of loved ones first passed. I can’t keep your heart from stopping at all. Cold wind keeps me feeling something. Passing years, not all for nothing. I’ll see you return in all things beautiful and never feel alone.