Things are colder now
as I sink below your thoughts...
drowning inside your memory
...now you have space
and regret hangs in the air around it.
Breaking the silence for the first time
since the sand fell through your fingers...
shadows are all that is left behind.
All my days are spent in mud puddles
you said you were the first one there;
So I thought that is where I'd find you.
But the sun fades into streetlights
and I'm dodging shadows again...
and they disappear into the earth.
So this is how it's going to end...
In water-stained gutters
in puddles of mud...
Natasha Mandel (written: 2009)