at twilight you find me, searching
for the rosy glow of a long forgotten star
that soothes the eye of the beholder
and leaves me with delightful costumes
a blank face –
at the silent moon
my true face again.
i am not here.
today, i am a ghost.
wouldn’t that be wonderful?
make a cup of coffee… sit quietly in my corner of the couch, pretending to read… take a shower, translucent.
i am a ghost.
would you mind if i hid? just for one day?
attempt to heal the wounds i gathered being torn apart limb by limb.
not worry… for my thoughts would be translucent, too.
would you miss me?
if i were a ghost?
i am a ghost today.