Sand and Snow

Every city is a ghost town where I
see remnants of us that will
never fade because they'll never
see the light.The streets
remember our footprints, maps made
in sand and snow, where we
walked, side by side.The things
we told eachother, piece by piece,
as it comes back now,
revisitingI stopped searching
for our missing ending.There are
no dry winds carrying torn
pagesdown abandoned roads,
fluttering, caughton telephone
poles, waiting to be foundand
read aloud. Even if I, alone,
returned to those streets,
deceased, I'd be choked by
theashes of long-combusted paper
dreams.You are being
immortalized as I speak,not just
in words, but a reality I live in
my sleep.Last night, I dreamt
you followed me.I can feel you
always close, sometimesa day
ahead, or two behind, hunting
downa similar night, different
from the next.I can still hear
your voice in air currents
you've since left and I've just
foundI told you to never try and
find me,But how can I ask
memories to leave?They just come
and go as they please.And even
if I wrote a thousand songs,No
one will ever know what you've
done to me.They'll hear it
echoing, or see the delicate skin
shed from a body still
evolving,ghosts of emotions lost
and unable to give up,a carcass
of a parasite that left one final
scar before it was cast from its
host.We're not bound by ties,
but inescapably intertwined in
each other's lives.Your love was
glass cut like a diamond, but I
have discovered a truer
fortune.I take pity on your
greed because you will never
regain the wealth you lost in
me.What did I do to you to
deserve this?And even as I
immortalize you with my words, I
know you don't deserve this.