I am ghost,
A shell of myself.
Hug and hold my emotions
With no place to lay my head.
We are ghosts,
Attempting the kiss,
Lacking the substance of an embrace,
We pass through one another.
We appear as shades.
Shadows of our former selves,
Thrown about by hurricane winds.
Pushed toward the arms of one another.
The relief in a caress and offered shoulder,
Out of reach yet present in a touch denied.
Straining to see into the darkness,
Looking for the light,
Lost in this land.
We are Ghost.
Dreaming of being people,
Who are available to touch, kiss, and console.
Having substance, being whole.
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