Our days were numbered from the beginning.
Half mast lies, petty jealousies
Soul of fire, soul of ice.
The ‘lie’ I told,
A truth you didn’t ask for.
I would say that I’m not the only one
Who hide secrets in the shadows,
I am holding on to the possible truth
Typed out in black and white.
You are a ghost haunting me in the locations
Of where the argument started,
Where the cold came in,
The last we spoke,
When you had let me in.
A full calendar has spun.
I still miss you.