let me hold you, for the last time. (3/14)

we are all ghosts
living under the same roof
existing
in same and
different times.
touching fingertips
when the clock allows
us a moment
in many ways we are one
i crave your sweet whispers
seek your
soulless eyes.
                
                   and i forgive you
                                         because i owe who i am today
                   to you,
                               all of you.