Clear as a ghost or Invisible as a bat
One of us has become.
When seperation occurs all thoughts of us,
Of me, are forgotten.

What will it take to make you remember?
Calls not returned, questions unanswered,
Evenings filled with lonesome silence.
What can I do to change all these things?

There are times that pass without touch,
Without a word simply spoken.
Attempts at affection so easily seen,
Yet, to you, so blind. So unseen.

The lack of awareness pains me deeply.
Afraid that your love fading is a possibility.
You say that is impossible,
So why do you make me feel so invisible?

A crime, it seems, to be overwhelmed with aggravation.
Why is it wrong to change the unpleasant?
Why is it wrong to crave your constant presence?
Can you answer me this: Are my desires from ignorance?