Nameless

At night
When there is no moon
To shine light
On my Nonexistence
I come to you
Gliding along as smoothly
As your life flows without me

You sit up in your bed
Yawning in the dim room
That is lit only by your quiet bedside lamp
Unwinding from the hard day's stress

How I envy those troubles

I scour through your belongings
Searching
For some trace of myself that perhaps you still hold dear
Hoping
That a part of you is sharing in the stagnation of my existence.

I pilfer through your drawers
Desperate
To find a photograph of me that you
Cherish
And that makes your heart ache with loss

To find the locket of hair you took
With trembling hands from my wake--
You kept it on your nightstand
Giving it a ceremonious caress every night before bed
For a full year

But all I find are signs
Of your smoothly progressing life and shudder
From a fear that freezes me to my ghostly, transparent core:

Have you forgotten me?

Copyright Kristen Stacy (RoseErifnosi)
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Hahaha I called this one nameless because I was thinking "Hey, I don't have a name for this one..." LOL Anyway, I wrote this in 2006 for my creative writing class at UCR as a final. One of my favorite poems I have written.