Does she kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does she sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does she walk around all day at school with her feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend she walks with you. Does she know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does she cry through broken sentences like "I love you far too much?" Does she lay awake listening to your breath? Worried that you smoke too many cigarettes. Is she coughing now on a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you won't ever see but most hold inside yourself eternally. I drug your ghost across the country and we plotted out my death. In every city, memories would whisper, here is where you rest.