Bend with me...
Move with me...
No.
Move through me.
Love me like a ghost.
Feel me as a coldness
Freezing the memories of you and I.
Because I don't want you haunting mine.

These fingers remember the way
Your skin laid-
Quietly, anxiously
With the better man I was
When I was with you.
Those were the "golden days" for me.
Before all these emotions overcame my mind like a runaway train.
Before they repeated me to sleep.

The clouds looked down upon us,
Watching the way we changed-
Symphonically.
Spotting fights with dots.
Proving how something so big for us was nothing but small.
They never should have been,
But were, nonetheless.

Our chemistry faded
Like a failed science project.
Unstable at times.
Miraculous in another form of light.

And no other but the clouds
Bare witness to the blinders on our eyes.
Excuse me dear,
But I really feel like we let them down.