A Lie

I ache, today, for nothing.

A swarm of loving people share this space,

And five know me.

One needs me, but in the way

that flames needs fuel

(any kindling will do.)

No child sleeps on my chest.

No friend stays on my couch.

No beggar comes to my door.

No one knows to pray for me.

If I were gone tomorrow,

The spring would not long for me,

Nor would summer mourn.

The wind would push this world along.

As if that child were never born,

The ghost I was, once,

So why am I so tired,

When the only weight I carry,

Is my own?