Phantasm

I could have not forgotten the way you passed beneath my wings,

I could have sworn you were nothing but the wind;

Calling me in a diminutive voice,

When I was near jeopardy-

A tragedy, you, of all people, could not leave behind.

No.

I'm not talking to you.

have I ever?

I'm talking to myself,

In my isolated dreams.

As I always did;

And do.

Abandoning.

The abyss of nothingness I've always felt.

You'll never hold me,

Touch me.

I'm just a whisper,

A voice of yesterday.

A haze of nothing.

And call me you never can,

It was my call...

And I hung up on you.

Malsha Walgamage©

7 January 2011