wandering blindly through a
tunnel;
I try to find youbut I don't
I try to blame it on
the darkness
but what's the use
when it's my
sight?I search for
remnants of us,
all I find is
emptiness.
so I embrace this
loneliness and
call it a
solitudeand I see the
light leading me
to an abyss,
where memories
of you linger—
some I may have
tampered withbut you'll excuse it, won't you?
in case you don't
I'll try to
understand
and if I fail,
we can set fire
to it again.