woke at the blue hour
waiting for the new morning
it's only the breeze and me

dragged towards the mirror
saw a tired child
it's only the mirror and me

that vague feeling surfaces
i know it's you
watching me at the door

slowly i stepped forward
dragging my dark baggage
to find you back

into my arms, yes

so the first rays
touched on your silhouette
and you left me

staring at my dark self
yes, something i chose to live with
something you left from

(p.s. this a small little try at something that sounds like literature/song when i was bored earlier on. try to keep your volume of laughter minimised.)