Crumble.

I can hear his every move
I’m sleeping in the next room
His each sigh and his every scream
In a dream he can’t resume

I can hear him toss
I can almost feel him turn
I can hear him murmur
As he strives to return

I didn’t think it was possible
To get under his skin
And now that you are under
He’s sorry he let you in

I press against the wall
I imagine he does too
I imagine he gets lonely
When his thoughts are stuck on you

And now he’s fallen silent
But I know he’s still awake
I think this is the sound
That a heart makes when it breaks.