remnants of time

Your smile clings to the back of my eyelids in the darkness.

The light fades, and I howl. The unreachable past fades away. The present fades away.

Everything is, everything is, a dream.

The story is, a dream.

Wandering through the forest, we bit into the gingerbread house.

Unaware of the price, we were trapped in a sweet dream.

A dream so sweet that we forgot the irreplaceable warmth.

You were there, holding my hand.
When was it that I lost you?

Noise and dancing shadows, my voice, still trembling.

Breathing into the hollow of the decaying white porcelain.

The rain falls, ceaselessly.
My soul trembles, let the sound split.