In shadowland there is no proof.
We touched our fingers to the glass like prisoners in sentence passing through the mists of angry time to wait for destiny in mime, silent as the grave is deep where waking passion fails to sleep and takes us where we dare not go in dreamscape, where our love could flow.
I'll remember, so will you. We drove each other on and through the trickery, the taking sides, the fantasies and restless tides that crashed with fury to the shore, ceaselessly inventing more - more of the same in different guises, til the spirit realises we came down this road together, to weigh our hearts against a feather.
Condemn me now if so you wish, for loving you to fever pitch, and I will testify that choice was made before my mind could voice the braid. As when I saw you at the bar, the feelings ricocheted to sear my heart so fast I barely noticed. Looking back, there was no protest.
In my mind, I'll see you always as you were in brighter days.