You used to acknowledge me,
You used to say 'hi' when
You walked in the door,
And saw me sitting there
In the chair, in the corner.
It's like I'm a ghost.
~
You look at me, but it feels
Like you don't see me,
Am I a ghost?
~
You don't talk to me,
Unless I talk to you,
Even then it's like
You don't really hear;
I'm nothing but a ghost.
~
Your silence cuts into me,
The pain consumes me,
I wish you would tell me,
What happened, what I did.
~
I try to cry, but cannot,
The pain has won.
I can't even bring forth a tear,
No matter how hard I try.
This is why I'm now a ghost.
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Annekje R. Thompson
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