Your postcard ghost
Sleeps by my door most every night
Ragged, stampless, half-inscribed
I close my eyes
Hear it fading by and by
Like your shape when we drank wine
Like we did a hundred times
But I just can't let you inside
You are my life
Remember how we'd watch them die
All those poor boys trapped inside
The maze I'd hide
From your gleaming sacred eyes
The myth I always knew you'd find
The beast we tried to leave behind
We leave together, no goodbyes
I've never felt so full of sin
The wax felt good upon my skin
Too hot to touch, it settled in
But it's this Daedalan mess
How when you died I died within
My son, don't let new people in
They want your wings
They want your ghost
But, oh, I let you fall