a burning emptiness

in the space besides me

a memory of warmth frozen

my fingers grasping shadows

hoping that your hands would

come bursting out from the dark

so i shape a version of you

from my last untainted memories

'cause it's better to believe

that you're here next to me

cradling this figment of you

a murky silhouette of grass

and indigo stained aster

slick with midnight dew

we're slow dancing in the meadow

like ghosts under starlight