PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

When it is realized
As words wash over
As eyes glance past
Looking through - not at
As touch
However fleeting
Stops altogether
Acknowledgement
Attained only with growing difficulty
To become a presence
Unseen
As present
Until expectation
Grows still
And silent
Within
Then it is learned
That some ghosts
Moving upon
This Earth
Have yet to actually
Expire