What do i want?

nothing
actually
I want
**nothingness

What gives me
happiness?
Nothing
but
**nothingness.

(A letter from prison)

Like a ghost ever haunting
My presence remains
In those boxes
In your basement
Is my domain
I was once there with you
As the photos do disclose
But now I’m just a shadow
Left from years ago

I have simply been forgotten
And my ghost is no big deal
Packed away so neatly
In a box marked "Goodwill”

In the nighttime I’m a dream
The one you used to have
In the morning I’m still missing
But you’re no longer sad
To your friends I’m that secret
When the conversation’s deep
But lately I’m a whisper
That rarely makes a peep

I waited for your visit
But you never showed at all
I must have sent a dozen letters
And made a dozen calls
But I've simply been forgotten
And my ghost is no big deal
Packed away so neatly
In those boxes marked “Goodwill”