Wraith

I dare to unearth your motives

My best interest at heart

I'll never know if it was too much

But it was too late

I fled the scene

Your body drawn in white silhouette

Saving my eyes from your choices

Clinical white box closing in

Wraith

Wraith

Conflicting answers to questions I never asked

Your final peace

The salt that stole my drowning eyes

Hoisted sails without a compass

As the timbre of your voices fades into whistling leaves

Your wraith gently guides these broken hands

These broken hands