Left alone, waiting again
feeling like a ghost in reality
only seen when you pay attention,
my presence always here,
but my touch never felt.
Understanding I've lost my link to the world
yet not knowing how to let go,
my essence continues on as a draught in the air
begging for time to rewind
back to a time I was real.
Impossible to go back, and
incapable of moving on
I resign myself to an existence
of memories, and used to be's
and comparisons I can never meet.
