My Ghost

Numb with growing distance

  All this time I've been waiting,
  I just wanna hear your voice.
  I can't hear you, your fading.
  Feeling so powerless, without a choice.

  I stand here as you pass through me
  an apparition coming from nowhere.
 
  White shadows I can see through clearly
  chilling the feeling in the air.

  I cannot give you warmth for I cannot grasp your ghostly hand.
 
  What's this feeling we pass back and forth?
 
  Confusion distorts what I understand.

  As eyes leak,
  and faces glisten.
  As it takes one to speak and one to listen.