Reaching out of the darkness for something solid to grip, but still, like every time before, I find nothing but the broken shards of what once was. I reach again only for you, grabbing mist instead.
Why in here are you nothing, I remember you vibrant and warm, but now just consuming shadows. No solidarity to your touch, no meaning to the substance you use to have.
Was it all a dream? Your light now transformed into this nightmare. Consumed by the shadows within I sit in darkness, waiting to believe in something more real then your memory.