I don’t want to haunt you.
Not that I’d be egotistical enough to think you think of me! Much less even half as often as I think of you.
Still, I don’t want to be just another distant memory.
That’s not to say that I think you remember me! I’m not that naive.
Just once, before I move onto the next step, I want to feel the weight of your skin.
Though I know you’d never touch me! Especially not long enough for it to sink into my spirit.
I hope that one day I’ll cease to be a ghost.
Disregarding the fact that matters of my heart will remain unfinished! No doubt the parts that are yours, will stay unchanged.
Maybe if I’m lucky enough, I’ll get into heaven.
Realistically- because I’m no fool! It’ll be a blessing if I make it to hell.
Maybe if I’m lucky enough, I’ll see you there.
Strangers Days 