essential tremors

i thought i could feel you where we used to sit and talk about the space where words do not exist the house is been quiet now that you have gone your scent is in the wind just empty air to lean on running half asleep and i'm losing steam wrestling with myself and all these memories the closer that i get to dissecting the regret honesty ain't free and freedom isn't me i found a little place i only need one key but i still find you everywhere leaning down on me life can be funny when it shows its face a single strand of hair i guess the jokes on me all the things i've slept on you're my favorite fear