The silhouette that stands before my eyes, he looks back at me.
Those weeping eyes full of hidden turmoil and anger,
All the tears that drip inks of jealousy – of angst – desire and foolishness
Look on, I say. But the look in his eyes so strong, it flooded my words.
I walks limp-footed-ly on, but looks back every step he takes,
It isn’t whom he walks with that he cares, but the shadow of the man that walks behind the girl beside him that drenches him to tears.

The sunset ahead of them blinds me; they walk on with their lives,
Holding each tight, vines of trust that hold their hearts together.
But it’s his utter foolishness that drives him in angst – apart from her
Why are you jealous? I ask him, there’s nothing to be jealous of.

She said once to him, that the shadow of the man behind here is all in his imagination. He was the childish memory of youth, the forgotten face in her future and the knives that stab you of jealousy.
Look ahead of you! *******! There’s a sky of stars out there…
You let that tiny pebble in your way and away you go.
Look on – look on
She is the one that loves you now, trust her, love her, watch as you light up as the sunset points at you.
You can look behind you but there won’t be anyone.