Ghostly

Things are quiet now. I speak and no one replies. A cold wind wafts Through my soul’s transparencies. My purpose is fueled by one desire: Your attention. I scorch your shadows and Wonder if you feel the radiating tension When I cry at your absence? Do you hear my plea? Your crystal eyes once full of passion Scarcely acknowledge me. Now I worry over their blue existence. I’m a person. All I want is an embrace, A brush of the skin, Or the rush of a kiss With your stubble tickling my chin. Don’t you remember? I’m a person! When time was suspending- Your life was bending- My hand left reaching to pick you up. Don’t bear the audacity Or promote the capacity From your reign to say I’m not a person. Do I not love? Do I not feel? Am I nothing, just a ghost?