Holding My Ghost

Facing my own mortality

Photo by Nathaniel Chia on Unsplash

Did you hear me
calling out to you
before my voice
felt dead?
I wanted
to ask
if you could
still see me
since I seem
transparent now
and something
is shrinking
maybe it’s
because
I’m wearing
these
outdated
overgrown
shoes

Anyway
long waits today
checking in
checking out
round and round
I see people shuffling in
like a slow-motion scene
did we always
look this empty
chasing
lost dreams
tossed down
the cracks
of time
shunned
with decaying
bits of
blame filled
gains