Haunting
Wispy white lines through the earth
the beat of your heart says you’re there
but your hair, pail and thin
says otherwise
I feel stars align
perfectly in the sky
every planet surrounds us
like curious kids around a fight
but still nothing can make me love you
your eyes stare me down
my mind reels
as it watch his puppy brown swallow the whites whole
You heart thrums through the ground like a drum.
Yet I cannot see you
Wispy and transparent
Like a ghost.
Tell me would you hear me?
If I lied to the winter air
and told you I love you?
I doubt you would
so what is expected?
Why are the dead so highly respected?
We’re not the same, they’ve no sympathy for the day
and I’ve got no sympathy for them.
We chose our paths.
Daisy paths or cemented trecks,
we go to different ways.
More and more I stop wishing you‘d stay.
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