Unforseen

The last song has played and I turn and walk towards the lobby where I expect to meet you, only to find a handful of people searching for the same thing. You hide in the cracks and static that ring through my head.
Deafening yet beautiful, weakening but strong.
You've got a secret. You won't share it. I
'm left reaching, grasping at anything I can hold on to, to pull my beaten and bruised, worn out and used body out from underneath these clouds.
You shine through like warm rays of sun to remind me you are there, just to disappear leaving a darker landscape behind.
You are the ghost of someone I used to know. You are the sting on the tips of my fingers from the cold of snow.
I will never know you, but yet I cannot help but wish to one day awake with you at the foot of my bed. My eyes would adjust and you would be gone.
You my old friend, are my black swan.