April

Lately all I’ve been finding are shadows Hiding everything. I turn around and there’s nothing left But a vague reminder of who I used to be. And when the mirror finds me- I fear I have to go- But I wish that you could know… Oh, wishes fall from my lips like the words you fail to hear: …There’s no use repeating them here. No matter what you claim to forget, No matter what you do- There has never been anyone but you. And I pray that you will find me again- I hope that you will smile. And then I remember that you’re gone too. And it’s been quite awhile. I almost give up. How easy it would be to slip into the shadows That are hiding everything. I look behind the place I stand, and its here that I realize- The shadows already have me. They stole me the day you said.... no. And I am not angry. What would be the point? And I am not heartbroken (I hate to disappoint). Don’t think I forgot- “If time can’t change my mind, what chance have you got?” What’s the point in even dreaming- When there’s nothing left to dream? And when everything around me is exactly as it seems? I wave towards the shadows- I welcome the reply. It looks me in the eye- challenging me to go back to you. I linger for a moment, on the past and on the view- Thinking that you might… You don’t. You never do.