I never was very good at handling others' indefinitions. Even more so when I have my own to deal with.
Now that the haze gave way to clarity, I realize I've gone too far beyond the looking glass to return. It's lonely out here.
Where was this on the hologram you claimed to have seen beforehand?
Where are the years you said we would need to explain everything we saw?
The sun has dripped down beyond the shadowy lines.
Where is the droning engine that throbs in time with your beating heart?
I miss you, Dwayne.
I've got so much to tell you
but all that comes out
of my silent lips is a sigh.
Damn, how I miss you!