And for a moment I believed,
everything would be okay.
I find myself missing you,
each and every day.
And "you" is not a matter of identification,
You're just another faceless dream.
I'm only here to pass the time,
yet your name haunts me.
I can't decipher the code
or put the letters together.
I can't see the name that floats in my mind,
as each moment passes like an eternity.
When I wake up,
the feeling I had that felt right,
disappears in an instant,
and I'm left to discover the empty closet,
the cold strings of a dreamcatcher,
the abandoned room,
another had left for me to find.
I wake up in someone else's sanctuary,
yet I hold onto the last moments of bliss.
It's funny how things morph,
how these words twist into many different things.
I start off talking about nothing,
In the end, it means everything.