Ghosts of Ivory

Together we entered a long hallway full of strangers.
The space we each took up became more and more insignificant with every passing second.
The movement made you sick,
and the passing images flickering before my eyes made me reflect upon change.

Everything was being drowned out by her voice.
The faces of these strangers washed memories up upon the shore of our minds,
within them we saw the boys we'll always love.

These resurfaced memories only reminded us those boys are never far away.
We soon would see them,
their pristine faces creating a rush of emotion expressed through a smile.

The amount of strangers faced within that hallway was completely insignificant,
compared to the thousands we would face within moments of exit.
Within friends we found comfort,
and within strangers we found friends.

It was exhilarating.
During this unforgettable moment in time he would mean nothing.
He was someone who used to mean everything to me.

The night sky was illuminated by stage lights.
Our lungs filled with the smoke tainted air,
as our minds left hemisphere collapsed.

My eyes acted as though they were the masters of trickery,
the darkness would play with us such convoluted mind games.
He was his dressed up mannequin with the mischievous grin;
I blissfully attended a masquerade ball with fiction.

Within this stranger,
a boy whom I had never seen before in my life I saw him.
Why before was I so scared of romance?

I fell for him over a year before.
His butterflies now have broken wings,
but they are in repair.

Goodbye stranger,
hello friend.