We've been here one too many times, nand I can recite you line for line.nnI keep my poems underneath my pillownso the ink seeps deep inside my dreams.nnIf you can only hear the light I see you in.nIf you can only feel the words I wrap you in.nnAnd then I woke up and stood and I stopped and starednand I watched and listened and finally realized that it is just me.nnI feel miserable and it feels wonderful.nnThe whole way home, with no hands, I held onto the hopes of holding you.