Touch of a Ghost

I watch as people walk by

they don’t notice me anymore

I’ve changed too much for them to see

I’m merely a ghost now

It’s lonely when nobody sees you

the world is yours to walk through

everyone passes by faster than light

life seems to be doing the same

A few will stop, thinking they saw something

I tap lightly on the window glass

as if I were incased inside

and I half heartedly want to be found

Ghost’s have hearts too

people just never know they’re there

it’s one thing to say that one cares

it’s another to show it

Every time I reach out to touch someone

I stop, knowing I cannot

for even if I do touch them

my touch is probably cold and misunderstood

-Sean