apparition

I'm not this thing of hanging skin 
and empty flapping bulk arranged 
on plastic bones for all to see

I am 
not this. 
I'm what I
used to be, 

just temporarily 

estranged 

and waiting for 
the key to fill 
and stretch me 
back to real, 

which will be you. 

When deep into 
your eyes, I'll 

steal 

And you'll see me 
just as I was. And I 
will be, for you 

just 'cause.