I’ve walked this hall a thousand times, stood in the dark peered through the blinds.
I reminisce with such sorrow and collect thoughts from nights forgotten long ago.
So passed out/you were sleeping, although I’d watch and I’d wait and feel the life pour from the walls.
Blissful in the silence, the wraith would look up and carry you away.
Now we are every night you drink up late, we’re a broken/shattered dinner plate.
The remnants we’d both borrow and place on mantles so we’d not forget.
And as we both grow up, and you grow older still, I still don’t understand, perhaps I never will.
I reminisce with such sorrow. I collect pieces of things I’ve never known.