by Katherine Capulong, entertainment editor
Swiping the air and surveying the room,
Examining the air cold as a tomb.
I swear I saw something, I saw something move!
Explain it away, tell me a lie that will soothe,
the nerve endings in my body, all alive and aware,
Frightened of all the space, the nothing, the air
There! Did you see that? Did you see that phantom smile?
It just passed by, the ghost of affections defiled
With hormones outracing the heart
But the phantom signs and signals still dart
In and out of sight, reminding me of how chained
Romeo is, handcuffed to that prude in the least fun way
That little innocent girl who actually really exists
On her presence, which I can see
That Romeo touches and feels
Knowing of her makes me reel
But I don’t reel with the paroxysm
That I do when I’m grasping at straws
Evidence of the phantom obligating the laws
Of my inside to feel how I feel when I know what I know
Never will I betray my brain and soul
But what if it’s a goof?
What if I need a diagnosis?
What if he’s just aloof,
and an action would be atrocious?
There’s a boundary, there’s a line
Do I dare cross it,
Sail to a point of no return for
what is phantom in facet?