I see a face.

 

I see a face.

Distant. Painful

tears glisten

in the sheet rain.

I stress.

She is distant,

so far away,

but

so close.

Distressed

sobs

echo through

the wind.

Not in sync

with the face.

Uneasily I freeze,

stuttering

like a glitching

computer screen.

 

It's like

I could touch her,

but my hand

would float right through,

caressing the air,

disturbing the atoms

that cloud my sight.

Swirling

the vapour

of her tears,

as she shimmers

and fades

into the night.

Just a ghost.

A visage of emptiness,

loss and unhappiness.

Stood still.

a reminder of

a distant year,

glistening under

the moonlight glare.

 

 

 

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