Little ghost all alone.
Almost nothing but a clone.
Barely seen in this life, called a dream,
Happiness like bean-sized streams.

Little ghost all alone,
Has lost the coast of her zone.
No one shows up to her empty throne,
Ever since she had grown.

Little ghost all alone,
While everyone is stuck with phones.
Bright screen ******* souls,
Their goal? Boring holes.

As a willow at the water’s edge,
I see,
I hear,
And I feel.

But what do I remember?

I remember a boy,
Whose face shone with joy.
A wide grin on his face,
Yet he held it with grace.

A happy stream of tears flew down,
All the while, he made no sound.

And I remember a girl,
Who’d wear a pretty dress and whirl.
A dress made out of lace,
Perfect for her pretty face.

But her chest was tight,
And her steps weren’t light.

Then I remembered…
That at the end of the night,
The girl's hand stained  red
All joy lost,
As she weeps for the dead.

Click click click,
Click click click,
Click click clic-
Error.

Error.

Error.

Lens can't retract.
Error.

You sit there,
Silently.
Back arched,
The broken object in your hands.
Turning it around,
Willing it to be fixed.

While I watch,
As the black ball of thread
Inside me tightens,
And my breath? I hold it.
Waiting,
Waiting for you to strike.
To say something.
Anything.

Or at least say the words,
The mind has been saying to me.
The words I've been thinking of,
Ever since I came back home
with that broken thing you love.

But no.
You sit there silently,
Leaving me to wonder what you mean,
As my heart thrums ever so slightly.