Strangers with familiar faces

[isthmene]

It left a hollow in its wake.

Widening the gap already in existence.
Between me and the world at large.

I have become a shadow, dependent on the sun at my back.
Growing long and waning as the days expire.
Cast over the foreign ground.
Incorporealy draped atop reality.

I don't know you anymore. Your face is familiar.
I remember times when you were there.
A dream?
But my memory is faulty, my logic flawed.
And if i am merely a shadow then you are erroneously a corpse.

I am ghost, you are a shell.

And none of this is real.