The bed where she lay
How closely she resembles
The thoughts that I pray
How the day lasts so long
Much further than expected
When there are words to be said
And promises to be unmade
Hours she stretches
Rolling over to days
How like water
She ripples
A stillness so labored
It soaks up oxygen
Weighing down over time
Drowning in oceans of heartache
-J.Barajas
A Dead Language 