is it
so
much
to
ask
to meet someone
really meet someone
and see them,
and be reflected in their eyes?
in their heart?
in their mind?
in their transparent lungs –
breathe in the gist of me,
hold my hand for me
so I don’t have to do it alone?
I’d feel safe
with this person,
this ghost of a person,
so clear to me, they are invisible
transparency, you see
is important to me
something only seen in
connection
my connections are
reflections of course, of me,
so it begs the question
when I have misplaced my transparent friends
so clear I can no longer find them –
can I see myself clearly? Am I real? Am I here?
or have I faded into something less than ideal
food for ghosts,
invisible,
to ponder