Shadow-man

You were counting the days
to disappearing forever,
Your one-way ticket bought.
Eight years here, lightyears from home,
You were gone, and ready to go.

You let me hold you on days
marked on a calendar,
and you loved me for a winter.
When the sun burned, your back had turned,
You were gone, and ready to go.

You returned to me on days
your colors had faded,
into the ashen, jaded grey.
Shadow-man, the only one I'd known,
You were gone, and ready to go.
You were gone, and ready to go.