Invisibility is a cliché wish, But a night spent staring at the ceiling Or the wall With the feeling of existence Washed to the minimum By consumption, Creates a similar feeling Of invisibility to the senses.
I wish not for invisibility, I wish to be your ghost For exclusively your eyes To witness me As a shooting star Scratches the sky Leaving no trail For those who missed it. I hope I don’t miss The trail of the gentle scratch You leave in your last touch, Letting this fleeting moment pass Without recognition until lost.
If you spend forever in a single moment, It’s not just a moment anymore, For if you lose sight of me, I'll erode away in the river That you'll toss me in. Emergence to accept defeat That I let such a moment Dissipate to become a lifetime Of regret is the pressure point In my mind regarding you. Losing you now would be unforgivable, Don’t let me go.