Dissipation

Whispering.
Spirits sing,
ghosts soar.
I hear your voice
and it sends shivers
down my spine
and tickles
the corners of my heart.

I want to feel
the warmth of your breath
on my cold, cold cheek.
Lashes brush
and eyelids close.

I wish you would look back
as you walk away.
but I blink
and you are gone
so quickly
that I would never have known
you even existed.