Presence

Ghostly white
I look up and you’re there
No one’s around us
So I can’t have confirmation
I’d like to be clear
Still, nothing is clear
But you are
In a sense
Perhaps it’s my sense
To not be clear
Like you
Could be wonderful
Freeing
As a way
To get lost
In this world.

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