See-through

Want out, yet?

Did you find it- what you were looking for?

I found a drifting isolation, tonight

Found the validation I was hoping to find

And some comfort, too.

I’ll fake it in any way I can get it- you should try it sometime. 

It feels like love, most of the time.

Promised I woudnt have any more conversations

With ghosts.

The thing about ghosts is: 

Most times, they never really even showed up in the first place.

I know you’re here, some kinda specter, too.

Not a creep: that implies disgust, on my part.

No, you’re here out of a wraith’s confusion

Hoping to find some sliver of connection

Wandering the open sky looking to find

Some ounce of the way I used to make you feel;

Home.

Worthwhile.

Listened to.

Important.

Wanted…

Fact is: 

I was always just a ghost, myself.

You just never bothered to see through me

At all.