I hope to have some clue soon,

as you do,

as to who it is

I’m looking at

at this moment.

Apparition, I

can’t be sure if

you or I

are all there.

I know what I’ve seen,

meaning I know nothing

for certain.

I wish not to foment doubts,

but when are we not fibbing

to ourselves about something.

Gone in an instant.


as the promises I

made to myself.

Walk right through the walls

I’ve built,

made of finely chiseled,

yet false,


Am I here for a good reason?

Or was there something

I just couldn’t accept?