Ghosts.
you can run from your problems,
but you can’t run from me.
or maybe it is the other way around?
i don’t know,
but right now you’re doing both.
and it feels like i should be doing more,
but i can’t reach you.
my words through a screen
don’t touch the emptiness that fills you.
is it really an emptiness,
or a monster that is devouring you?
i restlessly sleep
hoping for a technological sound
to tell me that you’re up
and alright
and mine again.
wake up and go to school again,
wander like a ghost.
look for the right spirit to connect with.
reaching out to you,
my hand passes right through.
the same way that my words do.
i’ve tried.