Amber Rubarth

In The Creases

Amber Rubarth


You're the smell of the toast 
that you made in the mornings.
You're the page in my book 
that I keep to myself.
You're the unlocking sound 
when I turn my door key.
You're the scar 
that I have from the time 
that I fell.
I can't describe the faces.
I can't recall the names.
But you remain..

I keep you in the creases.
I hide you in the folds.
Protect you from the sunlight.
Shield you from the cold.
Everybody said 
they were glad to see you go.
But no one ever has to know.

You're the part of the moon 
that blends into the blackness.
Even though we know 
it's really still there.
You're the song that I sing 
and I don't need to practice.
You're the green shoes 
I keep though 
they're too small to wear.
I can't describe the faces.
I can't recall the names.
But you remain..

I keep you in the creases.
I hide you in the folds.
Protect you from the sunlight.
Shield you from the cold.
Everybody said they were glad 
to see you go.
But no one ever has to
No one ever has to know the things 
that I refuse to see
And all the nights I still can't sleep.
I curl up in the sheets
Between the creases where you used to be.

Once love wakes it never sleeps...
Even when you love a dream