I miss the piece of us,
Scattered, akin to shards of shattered glass.
Unseen in the light, adrift in shadows,
A chorus of remorse sings within some of us.
I caught the echo of your footsteps from a distance,
Outshining the thunderstorm's mighty roar,
Your malevolent laughter resonates, proclaiming,
' I sense your fear, I'm already in your veins,'
My old foe returns,
Binging newfound fears every time.
But I know - a thropy devoid of competition hold no gleam.
A purposeless wander, lost footsteps abound.
I just want to get over you.
