Into the Night

You followed me into the night,

Through the garden, past the light.

It seems to me, you are my ghost;

Entering my thoughts, from coast to coast.

You wreak of loathing, but so do I;

You’ve always wanted to see me fly.

But how can I fly, without any wings?

For every time I tried, you tangled me with strings.

It’s hard to see a grown man cry.

Forever and always, my favourite goodbye.

-S.E.C