Daydreams or
                    fleeting thoughts.
We share lucid moments: hopes
and plans for a future.

Together.


Kept in this land of sin and lies
by that shadow-faced phantom:
Angel/Devil dragging you into the darkness, preying
                       on the trust you couldn't have avoided giving in dreams.
At night-
mares hound you like thunder.

Alone.


All the pain you keep inside,
desperate to maintain this charade;
your harlequin act,
                           you fool.


Someone we’ve cared so little about,
suddenly becomes the second-
most precious thing in the world;
without You and I

                  There is no Us.