shadows tread closer
where calmer thoughts
found peace in their dark corner.
for solitude
has come at last,
and you cannot travel with me.

torrential rains
will find grace in you,
in that moment,
once the storms have finally come -- 
for its catharsis has freed me.

if it comforted,
I could feed to you all that I am,
were it enough to sustain,
you were the one but to whom
I could have relinquished this essence.

for my intentions, I can be proven innocent,
and yet never by worldly means;
and when the storms have, at last, gone,
you could be forgiven for doubting
the empty space between us,
that apparition, never completely manifest.