PURPLE HAZE

Sometimes, I look into your Eyes

and I Don’t see My reflection.

I’m Standing right in Front of you,

but it’s some kind for Warped Perception.

I’m an absentee Memory,

even when I am Home.

It’s like you can’t Hear my Voice,

when we are Talking on the Phone.

Am I Really here?

Standing, right in front of You.

There is an Imaginary purple Haze,

Obstructing your Vision from a Clear view.

We Touch each others Warm skin,

But we do not Feel the Heat.

I lay Silently right Next to you,

under a Constricting cold Sheet.

Has my Presence been Erased?

A Ghost with no Tangible form.

There is an empty Casket in the Corner,

But there’s no Body to be Mourned.

Am I Really here?

Standing, right In Front of You.

There is an Imaginary purple Haze,

Obstructing your Vision from a Clear view.

We Shout from Miles away,

only a few Inches apart.

There is So much we Try to say.

Sadly, No One wants to Start.

It Started off as a Silent divide.

One that Enabled us to Hide.

Now, the Other waits for the Other.

Constricted by an invisible Pride.

Am I Really here?

Standing, right In Front of You.

There is an Imaginary purple Haze,

Obstructing your Vision from a Clear view.

Bridges are Constructed and Started.

To try and Rejoin our Distant worlds.

It’s been Years of continuous Building.

But we are No closer than we were Before.

Can you See me?

Can you Hear me?

I Step into your Path,

but you Simply walk Through me.

Am I Really here?

Standing, right In Front of You.

There is an Imaginary purple Haze,

Obstructing your Vision from a Clear view.

I try Everything,

to get Back in your Good graces.

But time is Up and I must Go,

to Occupy different Spaces.

So, I give In and give Up,

my Things are once again Packed.

Beautiful things seem to Separate us.

This Deck, between Us, has been Stacked.

So, again I Humbly ask…

Am I Really here?

Standing, right In Front of You.

Or, is that Imaginary purple Haze…

Obstructing your Vision from a Clear view?