Intangible

Ghost
You seem real
A life and blood man
Eager to be
But no, not at all
A vapor that fades
Into the sun
Were you here?
Just a wispy figment
A drift of smoke
That got into my eyes
A decoy for my pain
You never really
Were a man
Just a pleasant
Saturday afternoon interlude
That lingers on me
Like perfume
So sweet but intangible

Copyright Kim White@2008