Mirage

You’re always just around the corner,

Just out of reach —

Sending whispers through the stale air

In between my ears.

Filling my temporal lobe

With a flood of shivers,

Until I’m rocking back-and-forth

Within the synapse of your voice,

Clutching my knees into my chest —

Imbedded,

And nestled between the electrodes,

It’s impossible to forget.

But maybe I’ve already forgotten,

Because the glass swirls

Over your window,

More, and more each day.