Lost in the darkness amongst your shadows,
deliberating if you'll be back.
Trailing every sight, disputing each step ahead,
reminiscing about who I once was,
in the belief that you're present.
Oh, my beloved, belief's not strong enough,
still hidden in the refrain of foolish songs.
Nostalgia strikes my head,
coasting me back again.
A glimpse of you, and I'm gold.
Pretentious cadence has made me stray,
only to gaze back.
Sunday morning breakfasts, the "stupid" pocket money, and your diaries are all that's left to cherish.
Memories feel like punishments.
Still chasing your luminescence,
a stare towards the lounge floor.
Covered in white sheets, my sorrow —
please let it slip my mind, and I'll make it.