Disappearing into thin air
Perhaps I should
Because I became a ghost
People walking through me dressed in coats of fur,
I can barely feel
The warmth.
In the cool night,
I wonder through the paved streets
With no goal
To occupy my empty mind.
I’m withering away.
The wind blows, dissipating my shape.
And yet
I still see
I still hear
I still smell
I’m still here.
And never will I want to leave
Thoughts are flying through my head
I need to return.
My shoes need to finally touch the cobblestone of the pavement
And with this will all changed
There would not be an epitaph,
For I had spoken with the homeless man on the beach,
For I had fed the larks pieces of bread,
For I had managed to talk to one of my forgotten friends.
I’ve been brought back into the world,
And it drives through me
All the experiences flood my mind
Singing songs,
Forest walks,
Conversations long,
Perusing streets,
Eating treats,
Greeting friends,
Swimming deep,
Feeling breeze,
Hearing birds,
Holding hands.