I love you in echoes, where space holds sway,
Not for the shadows you cast my way.
Your world gleams brightly, yet feels askew,
Where once there was substance, now only the new.
Each step you take rings hollow yet bold,
Not tempered by time but dressed in gold.
The shine in your hand seems restless and wild,
A glittering veil, both distant and mild.
You chase the whispers of things unearned,
Treasures sought, yet substance spurned.
And I linger afar, a tether grown thin,
For under the surface lies what’s worn within.
With every glow, your roots twist tight,
Fed by wells I cannot right.
In paths that part, I’ve found my way,
Where love is near, but peace won’t stay.