I've been reading all your stories
though I notice missing chapters
my name has not since crossed your lips
I have reached out, yet not heard your laughter

it would seem though, that you have laughed
and the missing chapters were the holes that needed filling
who'd have known that disappearing
would be the one thing that never left you with feeling

I watched from the shadows as an artist colored your pages
you changed from black and white to colors I have never met
cause you see, my best friend is this little bird called fate
and as I see me fade to grey, I feel nothing

but I still read your stories
I still think about those missing chapters
I forgot my name, no one's said it in a while
but I still listen for your laughter

in the back of my head
*in the back of my head