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.

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