I wake up. I look for you.

Finders keepers, losers weepers.
What a cruel chime.
What a cruel rhyme.

Are you in the sheets?
Have I lost you in my sleep?
I wonder if you have slipped off like socks worn to bed.

I could not have misplaced you.
I carry you on my tongue.
I whisper your name before I dream.

Finders keepers, losers weepers.
What a cruel chime.
What a cruel rhyme.

Why do you love the game of hide and seek?
Are you hiding under my pillow?
I wonder if you have slept under my pillow like a tooth waiting for the tooth fairy.

I could not have lost you.
Your name is carved into my heart.
I couldn't have misplaced you, God.

I wake up. And I look for you.
You're gone. I thought I caught you in my sleep!
I thought I had finally captured you.
I thought you captured me.

I wake up. Heartbreak.
I clear my voice to scarcely mouth your name.
But you're gone, to my dismay.

How could I lose track of you?
You're bigger than the universe.
Oh but you're smaller than the dotted "i."

Finders keepers, losers weepers.
What a cruel chime.
What a cruel rhyme.