Shrubwalkers

What are they doing? They're peeking through the windows
Something's wrong and it's all your fault
you wrote them all letters
hung their rational minds by a thread
and I think you actually looked good
when I saw you last time
We held hands in the rain
while we walked on the shrubs
and the way you coughed made me cry
what lies live in your words today?
They're all watching me now
with their prehistoric eyes
their pity burns into the back of my neck
your haunting words echo through my mind, rolling
washing away the face I once loved
do you still go downtown on your own
to walk past our landscapes and
ride the bus for hours just to pretend
you've been everywhere?
You could never know when I followed.
I long for the days when we would walk
with the stars as our guide
now all they can do is say
"My, the shrubs are looking much better."