i know that, in time, you will remember.

like a flash of lightning cracking open the sky,

you will find me in that moment

and the light will paralyze your eye

the air that surrounds us

will sweep away the remains

of all that should not have been said

and we will be left,

just you and me,

devising a scheme

to finally live life as a dream

gone are the days

and gone is the the smile on your face

and why?

and where's the heart you said you had inside?

it's all but disappeared tonight.

i never saw your eyes.

the light in the sky did not

illuminate my mind. and the air

that was once your home is no more.

broken and on the floor. i know i'd

never have met you before. i'm sure

that where you were from is

that much more of a darker place.

now that you are gone.

i do not see the day

i'm floating away

through and down
and you cannot be the breath

in the wind.

gathered in the synapses 

in the pupils of your eyes

is a dying cry.

for all of my life it's always been the same

looking for you again and again

it's not that i lose you

or forget your name

it's just when you're with me

i'm floating away

find you again

i could not think of a better way

to spend every moment of every day

looking for you again and again

it's not like i lost you along the way

i'm just floating away

find you again

sometimes i see you

and i just pretend

i hadn't been dying to see you again

it's not that i've lost it

or don't feel the same

it's just when i see you

my heart floats away

find it again...

you move like a ghost

the light finds you

like a plume of smoke

in a dark room

and you're a shapeshifter

ever-moving and elusive

like a shadow projected on the ground

the ghost sea

her name escapes me
the crease on her neck when she'd try to

conceal a grin did not

i will forget everything she ever promised me.

i already have.

she's not concerned with the wind or how

it could silently sweep her secrets away

she just lets it happen

and we are meant to sit there and admire her beauty.

i did.

and now, when i look at her, i don't see a palatable thing

i see a temptress and a harbinger of gloom

and that is the last memory that remains