As I remember who you used to be,
the sleepful memories flood my being.
There never was a way to seek out your spirit
without encountering the soul called your own.
You held your arms out to embrace the darkness,
the chaos bled from death's destructive door.
And that darkness is how we met -
The same isolation and exile I feasted on for so many years.
You were the darkness as I embraced your light.
