Ghost

Ghost

I was there but then again I wasn’t. I was there but no one else saw me. Only you noticed me. Only you cared. Only you reached out and touched me when everyone else just walked right through me, not even seeing me. I was a ghost to everyone but you.
Vicariously, we laughed, we cried. We sang, we promised a dance. You showed me the world of the living, and I showed you a glimpse of my sweet death. But, through it all we never truly felt each other the way it was meant to be. The way we meant it to be.
Time and distance drives apart what was once so close, and now they torture us. What little that was there is now crumbled to dust and blown away. I didn’t want this. If I could I’d strangle the Time and distance that separates us with my bare hands. I hate these things that tore us apart, I wish they never existed, I wish things were not so. I wish we were together. But for all my wishing I cannot ignore the reality that we’ll never be together the way we long to be.
I hold nothing against you. We are apart this way because of things beyond our control, but know this; if things were different I’d run to you, I’d hold you in my arms and feel your sobs, dry your tears, and whisper what I have forever longed to say. But there is nothing we can do. Now my arms go right through you. I am still the ghost I was, immaterial, unseen; now even more so to you...