Regret is playing hard to get again

Sometimes I get in to this frame of mind
where possibility takes on weird shapes
and forms shadows of shadows
draping the walls of my perception

Sometimes out of sleep and paralyzed in time
I find you in between layers
cushioned in the soft mass of my treasured memory

Sometimes I can read between the lines of my tired face
And I can see you as you were

I tell myself that was simply my imagination
that you never existed
Like a beautiful story, you helped me drift to sleep

Hush now, off to sleep
Longing is a beautiful colour
it wraps around your hands and makes everything you reach for
glow like the horizon
burning like hot coals in the pupils of your eyes
that pull like a bottomless vaccum
and scrapes at your soul

But that wasn't it at all was it?

I guess I give my hands too much credit
(hideous creatures)
I could have sworn that you glowed in the dark

sometimes
on a night like this

On a night like this, I'm just looking for excuses