Inspiration from Shesmovedon by Porcupine Tree and Pain by Blackfield.
Her light leaking out of a keyhole
Do I ignore or do I investigate?
I’ll be an unwelcome voyeur
But I feel the pull of a familiar force.
I try to follow her twisted arabesque
There’s no pattern, no retrace
Turning heads, her own gravity
Suddenly, she’s the center of the universe.
Her sound leaking out of a shell
I put up an ever eager ear
Conversations we never had
Among songs that I can’t decipher.
Her fascinations atop the waves
Crash down on delicate designs that we drew
Hidden among the lines on the sand
Like the winter sunset, she slithers away too soon.
Her scent reeking out of discarded books
Insignificant insect, I’m trapped in the pages
Like all the other moths to your flame
I’m no different from them, am I?
There is something underneath the words
A sign, a symbol or a clue
The plot thickens as I loosen my grip
The pages torn, our story obscured from my view.
Her soul leaking out of a mental picture
It’s all I have of her and it’s fading
Except the eyes, they won’t leave
Like windows they open as I close my own.
I follow the temporary trail of your shed skin
All the old crazes, old dreams and old friends
You’re a changing chameleon, but I’ll still recognize
I’m a withered wallflower but you won’t realize.
She walks a clear path of snow
Leaving glowing footsteps that
Losers like I can follow
I try to connect the dots while I wait
She’s everywhere but not here in my fate
And I’ve got nowhere else to go.
I’m watched you leave through the door
She won’t remember you
I’m standing on the sea shore
She just isn’t there
I’m melting away like a candle in the rain
She doesn’t care
I’m stuck in a jar and I’m going insane
She is long gone
I’m captured in a stranger’s eyes forever
Alas, she’s moved on.