GHOST

I am looking at you form far away

and not feeling you anymore.

You look back at me

but those eyes are from a stranger.

All the tears I have cried

 all the sleepless nights 

distorted lullabies buried in too many whys.

And time goes by and purged.

The heart and soul heals

and I now continue my journey alone

but not lonely.

I turn for a moment and

you are like a distorted mirage

under an ash rain

I am hearing the whispers

and all I can see is a phantom

that no longer haunts me.

© Diana Mistera 13.02.2023