I see your name
and my heart starts beating erratically
even though, I promised myself to end it
since it’s not healthy to yearn for ghosts.
It is insane
and my imagination runs with it hectically
despite the obvious and painfully clean split
between bleak reality and what I desire most.
I cannot help it
and I get drawn to the flimsy possibility of “might”
in spite of the facts that glaringly align against this
I close my eyes and all I can feel is your tender kiss.