Lost

I was a vision,

A ghost,

Seen only by few.

I could come alive if I was wanted.

Though I was not.

They tried to reach me,

But I was untouchable,

They tried to learn who I was,

But they failed.

I was lost to them,

Yet with them.

I was a vision,

Unreal yet real enough.

I would never let them find me completely,

Only half.

I was my own secret.

-July 26, 3021 author whispered to the wind I am not who you think I am.