I stand and watch the days go by
Like a living breathing ghost
Silly banter and longing looks, I see her do it all
She can laugh, sing and dance
She has loved more than once
She can fail and lose, win and fall
Make mistakes and she has made them all
Champagne and strawberries or
Mom’s blue fairy stories
I have seen her affected and cry
Then why have I been so bleached and dry?
I have seen smiles touch her eyes
Felt the wetness of her tears on my fingertips
I have seen her shiver with need, sighs
I have seen her hold her wrath and make
A great deal out of a heart break
I have watched her sleep in peace
And sometimes nightmares keep her awake
Oh, but she keeps me away from her
And claims, ‘Never will I be seized,
Never will you conquer me like a terminal disease’
I have often imagined times when she would be whole.
She has lived too long without a soul…
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