You are somehow always here
And in fact that's why I hate you most
To always be so very near
And yet assume the guise of a ghost

No touching, kissing, or holding hands
You're like a spirit, there but unseen
I never could understand
If you really wanted to be with me

It's almost always against or for
And not ever have I held a speck of hope
That I, for once, need not implore
That you reprise yourself as a ghost

No hugging, cuddling, or making love
An apparition without a trace
It's been so long since we've bonded
Oh, how I long for your embrace

I'm done being in love
With ethereal
I'll find a sort capable
Who knows how I feel

I'm done trying to love
You...who doesn't feel
I'll find someone tangible
One I can call...real

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