I look at you
through
          beams
                      of
            ­­             sunlight
and all I see
is the shadow
of the boy
that
I used to be.

The silhouette
                 of your lips
pressed against the
smoke stained,
off-white walls
    mouth the words
I can no longer
hear.

And it is here,
in the space between
shadows
                and silhouettes,
where a boy's dreams
so innocently
lie.