Can you really see me.. at all?
Not the words on the screen
Or the image in your head
But me

The walls between us block the truth
Is the love truly there?
Leaves blow through an empty space
It’s the desolation of my expectations

As I have chased the wild mare
A revolution gone by
Memories cut like knives
Scoring her troubled mind

Competing with shadows
Expectations gone by
Am I really there at all to her
Or just an effigy to be used, sacrificed

To quill the frigid heart
To remind of a life, a love
There but somehow not
A mirage of someone she used to love

Do I stand as her dream of a man that she needs, but is gone?
To fill a hole she didn’t know existed at all
Or am I a hope for a future she thinks she wants?

The more I try to close the gap
To solidify the ties that bind
The more elusive she becomes
Sliding evermore out of my reach

Like grabbing clouds at Twilight
Chasing images in the thick fog
There yet , not elusive and unobtainable
Regardless of techniques or desire

Do I have a chance at all, really?
Am I chasing ghosts, as elusive as air
Everywhere yet nowhere at the same time
Am I real to her, actually?

Can she really see me… at all?

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe