PHANTOM

Where are you?
Right there in front of me?
Or somewhere else
That I cannot see.

I speak, you respond
We hold conversation.

Is there in your eye
a fog, a haze
a shadow of far away
while mine are a'blaze

with longing
and adulation.

You look at me;
your look says yes.
yet I wonder if
I am more or less

a substitute
for someone unseen

Oh, you're there.
I can touch and feel
the only you I can have
and that's not real

The real you
is only in my dream.