Holding your shadow tight to my chest
I can almost feel your heartbeat
the cold phantom of your love
all that's left of passion and heat

I hold a memory like dew on a glass
evaporating slowly yet clinging tenaciously
pawing through scraps of texts
consuming every word voraciously

and still i hear your voice
in the long shadows of evening
telling me it will be alright
when in truth it never was

why do i shout this into a journal
my tiny cry in a obscure corner
perhaps the fact that this will go unread
is therapy enough to warrant the words

An a frozen truth lays undisturbed
crystalline, sterile and perfect...
though my love was in vain
love is just a shadow of yourself
reflected in another
reflected in another
reflected in another