Beauty can even be seen in the dark with a heart of light. Often late at night my heart shifts from memories of you to here and now. Even in the dark smiles appear just another reminder you are near.
Middle of somewhere in a dark place shedding ghosts that seem to never tire of playing. From one room drifts an echo in pain listen closer for you it could be the same. In another room where objects once shined passing of time has tarnished such beauty. Be careful as you step on aged tear stained wood splinters hurt too.