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I can see you but you can’t see me.

I am so alone, how can this be?

A soul of the present, a life of the past,

A memory that will never last.

Can you feel me?

I’m here with you as you move on with a smile,

I stand by your side as you walk down the aisle.

A body decaying, I’ve crossed over the line.

A watchful eye as you live out your prime.

Can you feel me?

I watch as you age, as you grow with a whine,

I watch and I stay but a ripple in time.

A spirit without peace, an Angel in black,

A ruined shirt left to dry on the rack.

Can you feel me?

Life is so precious; you are young, wild and free.

While I am so alone, you’ve forgotten me.

A soul of the present, a life of the past,

A memory that has failed to last.

Can you feel me?

Hayley Quipp