tracing shadows

the syllable rhythms
drive separate skylines
her aura was pleasant
but the perfume stung my eyes

in the context of
a cracking whip
the energy spent
left us missing steps

that could've bridged
our hissing dissent
but instead of resolve
we fled with more dents

	I'm sorry
	I'm so sorry
	you couldn't let it go
	and now I run my fingers over
	the lines on the wall
	
	they change by the hour
	but still I’m in your shadow