we moved slow like winter now
our heels were sore and tired
walking towards each other, breathing heavily
our heels were sore and tired
i could read the back of her eyelids
and they said, "goodnight"
(i read them again to her slowly)
and we fell like stones onto the ice
frozen in our sleep...a coma
when the images in i see in my brain
match the reflections i see in my eye
wait for me
