Ghost

I cannot find you presently. Not even in the past.
My mind is dark. I’m blinded by the shadows we once cast.
The echoes of our murmurs seem like sunken in the ground
- in company of other things long dead and not refound.

Not reachable. You never were. Not even when my hands
once touched your own. Your mind was lost in warm and distand lands
of thoughts, of hopes, of fantasies that I would never know
- in company of other things that now have made you glow.

Invisible. Shy, quick, discreet. More pale than you were cold.
I desperately searched closed eyes for secrets still untold
but I could not unlock that door. You did not want my key
- in company of other things you would not take from me.

Not to be found. Not presently, nor in the past, not here.
Not in my faded memory. Not really anywhere.
The absence of your fragments echoes coldly in my chest
- in company of other things that will not let me rest.