I Came To Your Party Dressed As A Shadow

I came to your party dressed as a shadow
And you never knew, you never knew
I rolled through the halls like a velvet wave
As quiet as an empty stage

I blackened your eyes and stole the light from your glass
But in the cold calm of the morning
Lay like a death-kite on your lawn

I came to your party dressed as a shadow
Without invitation, without a motive
I parked three streets from the moonlight
The soft walk to your house on a silver string

You were dancing in the backyard to a biscuit-tin beat
I slunk between the notes
Posting them off to the night

This is symptomatic of you and me:
I have jars full of your breath
I have shelves of your words
But you have nothing of me
But a space where I would be