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.