Immortal. Immoral.

I use to see you,
waiting for me on the stairs
a million things behind your eyes
things that I had put there,
and things I'd never know.
You are a thousand miles from me now
probably sitting in an open feild, open minded
contemplating the soul,
the things inside you of which you'll never gain control
you are fading, and I will never take it back
all those things that were so subtle, the smiles
and the black-eyed stares, conversation...
the dreams you tried to enter
..and the ones you truley did.
the moods that passed between us, the cemetary monuments,
that were the markers of our madness.
-Amber Lamb Noel