the dark figure

  Looking through the window,
  Looking through the rain,
  Looking at the garden gate,
  Where the figure stands,
  A dark figure,
  I can't quite make out the features,
  But I don't need to,
  I know it's you,
  I blink three times,
  But you're still there,
  This time it's not a dream,
  And as you have time and time before,
  In my nightmares,
  You begin to walk away,
  I shouldn't follow you,
  I really shouldn't,
  I should stay where I am,
  Safe and sound in my room,
  But I don't,
  I get dressed and follow you,
  I walk right behind you,
  Breathing softly,
  Stepping softly,
  Even though I know you know I'm here,
  Then you stop and turn,
  Just like you always do in my nightmares,
  But you're not smirking,
  Not this time,
  In fact there are tears in your eyes,
  And that's how I know,
  I look down,
  Take your hands in mine,
  They're all bloody,
  Oh my god,
  What have you done this time,
  I lead you inside,
  Wipe the blood away,
  Then I can see them,
  Two big gashes in your palms,
  This isn't my job,
  This isn't my responsibility,
  But because I still love you,
  I'm still here,
  You can still lean on me.