Phantoms

As I move through life,
human beings seem
to be disintegrating.

I see a face here, hear a voice
there, but then they’re gone.

Blurred, garbled, disjointed…

Sometimes I see them,
smell them, touch them,
sometimes not.

They walk by, sometimes
we connect for a few moments,
sometimes not.

They are in my heart, my mind,
but mostly on my phone
and my computer.

They pass by in cars,
in the mall, in the park,
on the street,
sometimes not.

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Perhaps they are phantoms,
perhaps not.

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