Notion of Love

Like a dandelion,
you scatter
with my breath;
Like a mirage,
you are made scarce
right under my fingertips;
The closer I get
the farther
you go…
till you get lost,
in another world,
and I am left searching
left searching…
for a ghost.

© SoulReserve 2016

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