Your sweet tender skin,
brushes past my unconscious hand.
I linger to feel that touch once more,
the feeling of being someones importance.
Nothing in this world feels more hollow,
then the silence between us.
I follow the bread crumbs that lead to you,
but as I look back, I'm lost.
Then i look forward, and my eyes behold the truth,
everything we ever shared, was a mere lie.
But still, while you twine your fingers with hers,
my importance shatters to the ground..and I'm alone.
Pickin up the pieces,
I feel the cuts grow deeper.
This site my eyes behold,
pierce further then the cuts.
My vision blurs from tears,
yet I can still see shadows move.
I stretch my hand out for remembrance,
but the figments of my imagination..vanish.
