Some things remain with you, after everything else disappears
The comforting harmony of the night, the cold which hugs you tight.
When you try to remember, you hear laughter and picture bright lights
Was there really no pain then, or is this how you choose to picture it?
But now, what haunts you is the eerie conversations between silences
The forced smiles, the glances you indulge in before pretending not to see.
Things you thought were constant collapse so quickly,
They replace you with one-dimensional memories of you
And when they see you, they see a memory they chose to preserve,
Gradually, even that shadow of you fades away, and you see
Their eyes, blinking to fit you into an image you outgrew years ago.
They become speeding cars, making your heart thud for just a moment
Before they soar past you, leaving you on the street kissed by dim lamps.
In the end, that is what you remember: the soft light which shone bravely
After all the other lights were put out, the gentle breeze fanning your tears.
They fade away soon, and you force yourself to stop caring
Loneliness is sticky like honey; its taste clings to your mouth,
You gaze at the sleeping sky, the grass peering longingly above
And you remember the constants, everything that stayed with you,
While you were too busy running after sun beams and mirages.