Through half open eyes,
Squinting from the glare of the sun.
An old friend appears in the distance.
I cannot be certain which one.
I left them so very long ago.
I can't quite remember.
The reasons I left them are voluminous,
Like the fire and its flickering embers.
They're all that I'm left with.
As madness slowly comes to call.
I'm left with no one, with nothing,
But the shadows on the wall.