transparency
was all it took to make you acknowledge me
release
was all it took to make you want to hold on
these hands are made of smoke
I'm reaching out for anyone
but I'm only an apparition
so I'll just quietly lace my fingers together
you never did believe in ghosts

I know you can see through me
I'm working on that
If only I could communicate
body to mind
or hand to eye
you're too defined
and you're too opaque

it's terrible being so shapeless
I guess I'll close my eyes
and plug my ears
continue to abscond whenever seems fit
ghosts can't feel much anyway