I watch deep from the shadows as you dance with her.
A crumbling love we once cherished is in the wind,
Ash, salt or sand - it's blown away.
You touch her neck and kiss her gently without a trace of regret, of the embraces
we once shared and carried.
I divert my eyes but still manage to find you in my focus again.
This illusion of love i'd try to remember, you'd try to forget.
Of all the souls we had met with our hands clasped, what would they think?
How "us" had dissolved to nothing.
I can imagine you to care very little, now you have her.
From this, i find myself fall back into the shadows with the other lonesome folk.
Eyes open and mouth shut.
I hate the taste of tears.
