walking into the dark
i see my shadows meet
tracing the paths we used to walk with my feet
i hear you creeping up behind me
the good times haunt me as much as the bad
i look back and you disappear
i can remember the last time i saw you,
almost every detail singed into my mind;
i'm branded
a strange sense of nostalgia floods me
i put more meaning into these chance encounters than there is
i hate myself for it
you're a phantom
an apparition
i'd be surprised if you ever actually existed