It's Zenobia

In the grand scheme we seem to constantly find each other time is trying to cover its bases introducing new faces places people we go days and days countless different ways but we seem to continually find each other in each others space I keep my head down eyes averted I am earnest in my quest for new and yet there is always you and I know you also avoid my gaze my side of the street the ground that has known my steps that've met my feet but I seem to be yet again in your way in your day the only constant in a haze of bodies oddly I am there brown eyes brown skin brown hair a cup of coffee with splashes of cream that seems to haunt your dreams and you are unaware why I don't disappear the way other faces tend to do why I press against your mind in ways other faces never do we should melt away as we pass but in a sea of lives yours seems to catch the edges of my vision and I only ever notice you and I don...

You think it's sweet and darling and it's really  dark  dirty  bitter  dregs what's left at the bottom  of a half empty glass the remnants the last sitting  for months  spoiled fruit fly  occupied blue  mold  old  stale  no use but to  throw away the whole thing trash  that has had  its last  day in the sun no fun candy coated  sweets it's bleak  and it only took  forever for you  to finally  see

I go on each day like you never existed like I never predicted your disappearance insisted that it was nearing manifested the voice in my head I kept hearing they go they go they go and I know I'm partially responsible for making it easy to leave me without consideration believe I hold myself accountable for bad omens for those moments I spoke into existence leave if you want I know what you want flesh blood just what the ghost in me wants but can't let myself touch can't get myself much closer than this lips near but don't kiss I knew I know they go they go they go slip through hands like sand I can't wet I can't get my head around the things my heart wants so I hang about these old haunts these bad habits thes...