My thoughts filter the dark 

I feel them dancing 

Blending through the darkness

Ignoring rough corners

Jumping through the pain 

Refusing to sit 

Swallow 

Its lump too tight 

Your memories a string for it to hang 

A rope tethered to it 

Your ghost refusing to leave 

My thoughts filter the dark 

Darkness too cold 

Your absence too much of a reality 

And my pain too fragile to hold