You could call it a chronicle

Do you listen when I talk with myself?
Understand that I'm not thinking like you.
Dissatisfied with all the words I try to say;
Thought I'd know, after all this time,
Just what lives within the confines.

Can you feel this?
Is it just me who's grown utterly detached?

Loely, only a whisper should suffice
While I'm looking deep into her eyes.
This time, go numb in her embrace
And I realize...

All along, I was alone.
From the first day, I should have known
That they could see us too
But they never wanted you.
And I
Cried each time they'd play the song,
"We've been haunted for so long!"
A smile returned that read,
"We'll always remember."

-Sidereal Drift