please paint sleep
onto the back of my eyelids,
I am so tired 
of being a blank canvas
of the dark dreams at night

are you coming back for me?
I can still see the dust in the air
not yet settled and it feels 
like there is a storm brewing

you’ve always been there 
a shelter for the weary and I
have never been so tired 
the soles of my feet aching 

and this won’t do, it can’t be
you better come back to fill
all those promises 
you said you would keep