I close my eyes at night
and pray that I won't see your face,
at least until sunrise,
but dreaming offers no escape.
Sunlight pours from the blinds
and shines through all this dusty air.
A flood of floating diamonds
illuminates what you left stranded here.
Every hallway mirror
is a liar playing tricks in the light;
holding my thoughts captive,
conspiring to keep you in my sight.
The walls seem to whisper
every laugh and word that meant the world
to one lost little boy
fighting shadows with a ghost of a girl.