I wonder what it's like to kiss those lips. To be so close that I feel his breath. So close that for a moment I swear I hear his thoughts. I want to be so close that I can stare into his eyes and see everything. Close enough that he can expose his soul. It would always be safe with me. Treasured. I could never believe his trust, that renewed faith that struggles with disbelief. Is this really happening? He laughs nervously, showing off that smile. The one I've missed over too much time apart. I keep shifting because I don't know what to do with my anxiety. I'm not going to make the first move. I can't. It's not a lack of interest, believe me. If I could make the move, I would have never let him leave. All I could do was watch him go, taking my heart in a sac slung over his shoulder. I never thought I'd see him again. But here I am. I'm a girl, standing in front of a boy, trying to find the words, reading into the silence. He steps closer. My heart beats faster and faster until he's right in my space. He's close enough to touch. To kiss and to taste. So close... He reaches out. I step forward. He moves right through me, like I don't even exist. He's looking for me, but I'm not there. I'm just the ghost of a girl who gave her heart to a boy. 

Ghostly Ghostly Reviewed by Ali Larsen on March 03, 2021 Rating: 5

No comments:

Powered by Blogger.