This marred elation
Lethargically rots away
But your face is still opulent
As you fade into oblivion
Until all you are to me
Is a memory that never cared.
I wander aimlessly
Through dreary streets of apparition
And I'm frightened to look in the mirror
When all I understand is what I loathe,
What you were too ashamed to regard.
Your disquietude is the only thing I can feel
Resting upon my life,
Weighing it down with empty words.
I don't aspire to remember what you said
But I don't want to forget who you were.