Perfect

Connecting the static

Into a straight line  

Memory gets strung from the guilt  

Thinking, well it's just fine

When I'm tapped in

Looking for a source of solace  

To remind myself  

Where in you I find it? 

Measures of panic get dragged around

Making it easier to wind up

Somewhere and not be drowned  

Where to withhold nothing at first 

You tend to a dream

Something is left just being

When I moved, while you listened  

While you gauged and nothing went missing  

All of you loves that there's some silence  

All of you knows what lies behind us

In the obscure tense

That finds your truth  

Perfect.