I almost never write here. This is not my space, it is hers.

I visit often. I come here to find her. Not the her I talk to everyday, the real her. The her I love.

There are people in this world that either can't remember or never knew how to be happy for themselves. They live for the happiness of others. They desire to please not one, but everyone, ignoring their own happiness.

No matter how hard we try we can't make everyone in our life happy. The best I hope for is to make two people happy, myself and her, the rest of the world be damned.

Every day she becomes more distant and I realize I'm failing us both.

I'm the shadow on her wall,
unseen in her detached darkness.

Inside I'm dying, thoughts clouding as I pass.
She doesn't hear my screams of anguish,
I am reaching for her, 
but she doesn't feel the touch of my hand,
nor the ache in my heart.

She withdraws into silence,
Leaving me behind.
I'm only a shadow after all,
Only a shadow on her wall.