I Write Poetry

You're an apparition.

You feel so near and distant, close and far away.

Your touch is cold, yet a vague warmth lingers.

Traces of your voice echoes inside my head - fleeting.

You haunt me at night,

When I can nearly feel you on my fingers.

Into myself, I keep on running - retreating.

You're that apparition now,

Because you chose not to stay.

How can I love a ghost?

Simple - It was always you that knew me the most.

I thought you'd light my way,

Yet the void you left is a chasm only I can fill.

Despite myself, I let go and pull away.

But I fear part of me will always love you still.

You're my apparition.