The echo of your footsteps as you trod across my mind
creates anticipation of a nostalgic kind.
You elevate my consciousness as you were wont to do
and so in time I manifest the whole grand rest of you.
You’ve been a silent tenant for so many years
that this surprise appearance prompts again those tears
I thought had been dried up in me when you had to go
to that place where you were drawn by the undertow.
For only a brief moment, we are as we have been,
’til with a click of memory, I banish you again.
You slip back into shadow in the attic of my mind,
where both of us lie tangled, hopelessly entwined.
I come back to the present while you’re banished to the past,
once again resuming the roles in which we’re cast.
You imprisoned in act two, caught eternally
while I assume a solo role, living out act three.