I can feel you
Slipping through my fingers
Pull threads through the loom
Weave a beautiful fiction
Just a shred of memory
Tear this all apart
Another tapestry
The weft ripped from my warp
You tear it all away
Tattered on the floor
I still see you
You're the weft to my warp
Rip these thoughts apart
Cerulean pours forth
Structure breaking down
No reasoning with ghosts