I love to meet your gaze
and feel that static shock that says,
"I AM!"
...nothing more than a ghost;
the mist leftover from the boiling morning dew.
I keep reaching out
to wrap around you;
you never seem to notice.
wish I knew who you saw
when you look right through me.
© 2008 Sketso
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