Shadows lurk behind me as I run to thee,
Optimism in our story was the death of me.

I ignored when your veins went dry,
Like the stars ignoring the sight of the sky.

You run out of breath when the climax unfolds,
But never of excuses when you're at the fault.

You search for me in the darkest rooms,
But you're a sole traveller when the season blooms.

You don't look at me when there's light on your face,
Though you want me when the life's bitter in taste.


© NSR