Your empty shell greets me,
with a mirrored, sad smile,
and we know what we’ve done,
and what we’ve been through.

It hasn’t gotten easier,
and the rain won’t wash away,
all the rough moments,
and killer mistakes.

The past is too strong,
for you, me, and us especially,
we can never forget it,
not now, not ever.

What did you mean to me?
Well, what does it matter?
It ended for me then,
despite the shadows.

They play on the wall,
in my weaker moments,
and I watch them dance,
and laugh,
go unnoticed,
and cry.

Your shadows have become you,
in the purest form they could;
raw emotions and infancy,
no more rational filter.

Is it your rain dance,
or will it bring the sun?

Well, which would you prefer?

You savage, savage ghosts;
the way your tears join the rain,
and the way you dance in the sun,
confuses my dreams, memories,
and the memories of my dreams.

I float on an island,
a flying object approaches;
a bird, an angel, or death?
A mirage for the insane?

White walls rise,
the phantoms wail,
and life continues,
so very peacefully.