Unrest

I forget so easily what it’s like to be wanted
To see the outstretched hands
Grasping at the empty air
Where I once stood

The dreams that lift you from the earth
Threaten to put you in the dirt

And you reach for sanity
But all your hands find is a tool
To etch your sorrow into your arms
Gnarled marks in your soft skin
Like scratches on the wall
To show how much your anguish has grown

My shaky hand finds purchase in his
As we lay in the dorm beds
Too small to get a comfortable night’s sleep in
This sleeplessness I once shared with you