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i came into your life and took it for mine

like a changeling, a faded facsimile of someone who lived 

stepping into you as you step away 

doing exactly what you did only with none of your skill.

i was never good at this, life.  

i walk into a room as if you walked out just now

and again and on and on forever, always looking for a shadow

some thumbprint left behind that hasn't faded away

and swirled into the dust that tortured you.

i was never good at this, solitude.

the holiest shrine, the last thing untouched has moved.

i swear i heard you right next to me.  tiny grains of sand

keep falling faster and everything changes except the changeling

standing still and perplexed by the swirling stars.

i was never good at this, change.

i guard your shrine and await instructions

standing in the footsteps of one who knew what to do

i am your rottweiler and your priestess

if i can find something i'm good at

i was never that good.

in this landscape of relics and bizarre politics

where nothing is left unscathed

i will listen more to silence 

and learn you to fill your void

and be as if i never was