I am a dim shadow
on your wall
inside the reflection of your shadow
as if; I was never there at all
offended pillows spit their poison into dreams
I've been resting my head on failed suicides
I wake up from stollen dreams- all gone
the space once occupied is cold
pretend you don't know-how close the distance is
now you made it so far away; it is
I'll be waiting for the world
to discover my absence
I count the letters that I've written
time is a teasing machine
and I tease the rain with my trembling finger tips
I loose myself in the pine colour of thy eyes
and the perpetual mystery of your skin
the words you receive
carelessly pretend not to know
the scale tips and weighs the stones
I can no longer lift
so parole me from thy pine eyes.