(no subject)

[randombattlecry]

not quite sure if who you see
is the bright-and-shiny who-I-was
or amorphous one-who-I-will-be

and when I'm there, in front of you
if what I say is what you hear
or if my words are echoes, too.

I'm my own ghost. I haunt my bones
and when you sit at table here,
I'm at your side, and you're alone.