I can hear your shadow in the silence,
your empty footsteps ring so loud,
they assault my ears with their quiet violence.
All the words we said,
They're bouncing off the walls,
and dripping down the drains,
of long distance phone calls.
"I miss you," never seemed loud enough,
And the jagged little edges
of everything that went wrong,
are making vaccuuming this floor,
so very rough.
I can't keep reaching for you,
this insignificant memory,
of something so precious,
and yet so sharp and mean,
this memory of something,
I thought I knew.
I can't keep living with this ghost of you.
note: eh. this is a work in progress too.