i search for your shadow
in every one i see
this desolate ghost without a home
filled with encompassing silences
and internalized screams
we lost ourselves
in my love and madness
in your arduous mind
in my beautiful mess
in your paradise and hell
our own damaged collection
of imperfect imperfections
these yesterdays come back round
to haunt my thoughts
slipping in and out of seasons
leaving just a trace
of an indifferent acceptance
of our incomplete ending