I am here --
standing in front of you
but your eyes look through me --
through my heart

Do you not see me any more?

I am here --
as if drifting on a gentle breeze
I brush against you
and caress your skin

Do you not feel me any more?

I am here --
on this breeze that soon turns cold
whence my soul
will be carried away --

and forever be out of sight