The Dirt on Your Shoes

My apologies have fallen on deaf ears
It was all but meaningless
As if words are no longer a way
For us to depend on each other anymore

No longer ‘us’, no longer ‘we’
Your silhouette turned dim and frigid
Who am I, who are you
Two beings with hazy past we wish could burn

Though you were not a means to a necessary ends
Nor a melody for intrusive thoughts
Presuming that I am to you
Is a certainty and not a figment of my imagination