In your eyes I see a promise you couldn’t keep that’s haunting you more than all the promises you did. I try to move the clouds between the words you’re hiding but it starts raining and I brought no umbrella so I stare longer at that lingering shadow of a ghost you wear on your shoulders, between and beneath your brave and dauntless facade. I’m not here to judge, but I look at you and the image is so well defined and clear that I can see my own reflection staring back at me. It looks scary but I know this is the closest I’ll ever be to me so I reach out, and I try to help me out of the dark corners that I’ve built a home out of but you push me away like an unfortunate event while you write love notes addressed to me. You’re confused, but so am I and maybe that’s all we need to have in common to cross the line we’ve imprisoned ourselves in. I erase the line so that you can walk out easier, but you draw the line a little closer to you. This is how I know, I’m not getting anywhere even when my dreams have traveled a thousand miles and my words have crossed so many minds. This is how I know that my shadow weighs me down more than you do, and this is how I know that when I look at you, I’m only seeing myself.