Coffee gone cold
Half-read book on my chest
Dust in the glow
Of a late afternoon that never ends
You say my name
From the far end of the hall
Mouth barely moves
Still it shakes the paint off the walls
You’re a blur at the back of my mind
Always there
Never sharp in the light
Every thought
Every turn
You’re behind
Like a ghost pressing into my spine
You’re a blur at the back of my mind
You’re a blur at the back of my mind
Old TV snow
Flickers in the corner of the room
I trace your face
In the patterns
Then it’s gone too soon
Time folds in half
Like the letters in a drawer
I keep them closed
Or I’ll fall straight through the floor
You’re a blur at the back of my mind
Always there
Never sharp in the light
Every thought
Every turn
You’re behind
Like a ghost pressing into my spine
You’re a blur at the back of my mind
You’re a blur at the back of my mind
If I focus
You fade
If I forget
You stay
If I sleep
You’re wide awake
In the noise
In the noise I make
You’re a blur at the back of my mind
Always there
Never sharp in the light
Every thought
Every turn
You’re behind
Like a ghost pressing into my spine
You’re a blur at the back of my mind
You’re a blur at the back of my mind
