Ghost

I can see her standing there before me.

Her creamy soft pale skin haunting me, as I long to feel her touch once more.

She has about her lips that soft smile that she has when she knows she’s in control.

Her make up is done flawless, but her sweat pant outfit is something that she grabbed out of a fucking basket.

Her eyes never falter. Not once does she look me in the eyes or acknowledges my presence.

I am but a ghost.

Standing in my sea of oblivion, destined to reap the seeds that I have sowed, I have nothing to stand on, nowhere to get a grip, just a vast empty pit that I fall even farther in because my own life hates its newly established world without her in it.

I see her, yet she does not see me. Even though I am standing right before her, she looks through me! Hard and cold are her eyes, bluer than ever, but not of the sky, of the ice that shatters anything that it consumes.

I hear her, but I am unable to call out to her, to say the things that I am wanting to say, to scream out the pain that has built in my heart, to cry out and beg forgiveness. To begin a conversation with her just to hear as much of her voice as I could be able to.

And then she’s gone, forever, but not from my mind, heart or soul, just in her’s as she moves on in a world where I don’t exist.

Yet, I still stad there awkward and broken, wishing a wish for just a moment out there where my love for her could persist