The Unseen Door

You see me sleeping but I’m wide awake
You see me before you but we’re a world apart.
You reach out to feel,
Warmth against the cold,
All the conflict within,
All the stories untold,
Of how a love decayed, right from the start.

Yes I am a ghost, a play of shadows,
The soul from my flesh ripped and tore
In my solace I seek,
In my anguish I ask,
Strength to understand
Courage to unmask,
The pretender to a love that is no more.

The pretender, I am.
The love, but a sham.

Of the flesh, of what remained
But…am I not alive?
Do I not feel?
Even if all I feel is pain.
Over a love that is no more.
Through the unseen door,
...never again, I swore.