Handfuls Enough for a Heart

 
  Here I lay  
Staring into a light from above. Formed of function. A grace.
Around me is a void, it all goes silent; Even the air grows still.
   And all of you is gone  
Your mind, words, and presence
     Like clock work I feel like I do every day once more
Lately I hadn't any reason for breathing  
     Honestly I could only come up with a handful of reasons to stay  
   Like with everything else.  
Even so, you are all lines at work  
    Lines you sketch  
Lines you write  
    Even life lines  
        Because I've never seen your face, but I know you smile  
            With or without me  
   So relax and feel the creases in my hands  
   For even those lines lead you back to me-