Those daydreams we spent,
So hollow,
So thoughtful as the sun arose.
Chased by moving cars and desolate characters,
Ripped through endless romantics and heart takers.
Feeling cold.
So cold.

Long nights spent,
Laying on the wet grass.
Wanting, waiting, hoping,
Just trying to keep a sense of stability.
All lost with growing,
Or at least thinking so.

I stutter from the lack of control,
I can breathe from the lack of you.
This toxin fills me.
Collapses my lungs.
And begs me not to breathe.
Tells me to hush until you pass.

The remains of your echoing step.
Moving forward,
Backward,
Until the sound stops.
And everything we knew,
Turns back to hollow.