P H A N T O M S

 

As I move through life,

human beings seem to be disintegrating.

I see a face here, hear a voice

there, but then they're gone.

Blurred, garbled, disjointed...

They're all around me.

Sometimes I see them, smell them, touch them,

sometimes not.

They walk by, sometimes

we connect for a few moments,

sometimes not.

They are in my heart, my mind,

but mostly on my phone and my computer.

They pass by in cars, in the mall, in the park,

on the street, sometimes not.

They are living, breathing, moving past

me, sometimes not.

Perhaps they are phantoms,

perhaps not.