Your words,
burn my soul,
yet you do nothing.
You do not reply,
and sit there
concentrating on your own life,
ignoring mine,
the pain you give me,
to you I am a ghost,
a shadow,
a whisper,
too soft to be heard by you
as I call "I love you,"
through the smoke.
But it does not reach you,
you do not understand.
There is a wall that I cannot
penetrate.
Once again, words
and burns unbearable
leaving a scar,
and toughening my skin
numbing any pain.
I try to hold you,
and your flesh is hot.
I let go,
as you wanted me to.
I realize this and hold tighter.
I am charred,
burning,
but I continue to hold on,
enery gone.
I can see your face,
and you can hear me,
and understand.

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