Only Friend

I am a ghost that wants no applause

I am a rider without an hourglass

And with every moment that goes past

A desire or two die, perhaps.

These streets on which we cannot breathe

Brothers of eons ago that no longer meet

Lovers that are holding each other together in silent grief.

I am the ghost that your gods cannot touch.

For the gods touch humans and is their suffering not enough?

If there is a plan; please go on and pretend.

Anon: the ghost; your only friend.