Time is running out
The hour glass is pouring its sand to the other side and
You’re sitting in front of me.
There’s a candle lit and the shadows it makes
On your face, nay,
The way it highlights your face, every inch and corner like someone sat down and painted you whilst you sat
Still
Gazing
Calm
Smiling
I don’t think you can see me
I’m a ghost of a past you left in the past and never tried to bring to the present
Leave the past in the past, they say, but
How could you not even try to bring me to your present bring me to my present because now I lay dead and cold
Fluttering away grey and
Translucent
I see you
I see all of you
But you see through me
I have panic written all over my face
I glance at the hour glass and then at you
I asked for one last chance to look at you
To try and get you to bring me to your present
I wait, anticipating
Every twitch of an eye every move of a muscle startles me
Anxiety flows in me like blood
(Is it blood anymore than it is anxiety?)
Time is running out
I should leave this seat and let someone else take it but I feel glued to it I feel glued to it I feel glued to it
Why is there humanity still left in me?
How is there humanity still left in me?
Isn't ghostliness about inhumanity?
Questions are brimming
You don't say anything
Breaths are fast heartbeat, faster
You don’t say anything
The last grain of sand has fallen into the heap
You don’t say anything
I’m forcefully taken away
You don’t say anything
They throw me off the building
You don’t say anything
My death, you saw, you conquered.
I see why you never said anything.
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