Stood in the corner.
A silent room.
The mist clears.
Realising that you're not here.
You left too soon.

Sat on the fence on the edges of truth.
A glimpse of the shadow.
That's hid in the gloom.
Morning's gone.
It's nearly noon.

Clearing skies.
Fireflies.
Only spark of life I see.
Man in black, not turning back.
Facing the chill outside the window.
When I realise that he's not free.

Darkest of nights became brightest of days.
Smoke slowly clearing,
Escaping the haze.
The sun crept slowly to the tip of the heavens.
True love merely a funny phase.
(C) LIVVI