I can’t make you out for my vision is blurred
But I can tell your standing with your face slightly turned
It’s like we’re worlds away but your closer than it seems
You’re much like a phantom. A figment. A dream.
I can only watch you and get devoured by confusion
Wondering why you’ve come as an illusion.
One that’s unclear yet familiar in form
But jagged at the edges like a coat too often worn
Scribbled out on a page, an overcast shadow
That changes only slightly, reaching a plateau
But you just keep standing still. I can watch from a distance.
Until the horizon dims and you fade into nonexistence.