15 Sweet Sophia

I watch you sleep,
and my heart skips a beat.
When you walk past me
I turn, not so discretely,
to play it back in my mind like you’re on repeat.
And I know these images I will not delete.

I lie awake, and I listen to you breathe.
I count your breaths,
as they match to my heartbeat.
I scratch your chin,
as you snuggle next to me,
and I know now that I’m making memories.

There’s not enough ways
to not feel the ache I feel.
The sorrow of tomorrow
already feels too real.
And if I found a way to numb myself
then what would I conceal?
For my heart is broken-hearted
and I doubt that it will heal.

I count the days, as they roll by steadily.
They could go slower, so
there’d be more time that we
could be together, and share our last few days,
just moving slowly, in the California haze.


There’s not enough ways
to not feel the ache I feel.
The sorrow of tomorrow
already feels too real.
And if I found a way to numb myself
then what would I conceal?
For my heart is broken-hearted
and I doubt that it will heal.

And if I found a way to numb myself
then what would I conceal?
For my heart is broken-hearted
and I doubt that it will heal.

I lie awake, and I listen to you breathe.