Fading Away

I sit on this bench, an unmarked grave,

every thought a ripple in a still wave.

The world moves around me, a crowded parade,

but in this moment, I long to evade.

Just a flicker, a ghost, a wisp in the air,

without the intent to hurt or to scare.

Like whispers of wind slipping out of my grasp,

a fleeting desire, a wish I can’t clasp.