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.