I Think Of Things

When I lie down in this void, my mind is full of thoughts

With your head nestled comfortably on my shoulder and

Your lips moving to count the beats of my heart

I think of a lot of things

As your breathing labors down while sleep takes you

I look at the ceiling and the slowly spinning fan

I listen to rain beat a rhythm on the window

And I think of a lot of things.

Your hair smells nice as ever

Your skin is warmed by my touch

Maybe you're dreaming or pretending

While I think of a lot of things

I kiss the crown of your head

Hold you closer to fend of the dread

Of the things that crawl in the dark

Of the things in void that think of us