Haunting

Wispy white lines through the earth the beat of your heart says you’re there but your hair, pail and thin says otherwise I feel stars align perfectly in the sky every planet surrounds us like curious kids around a fight but still nothing can make me love you your eyes stare me down my mind reels as it watch his puppy brown swallow the whites whole You heart thrums through the ground like a drum. Yet I cannot see you Wispy and transparent Like a ghost. Tell me would you hear me? If I lied to the winter air and told you I love you? I doubt you would so what is expected? Why are the dead so highly respected? We’re not the same, they’ve no sympathy for the day and I’ve got no sympathy for them. We chose our paths. Daisy paths or cemented trecks, we go to different ways. More and more I stop wishing you‘d stay.