Bad Photographs I Like And Other Bullshit

To You The Urban Ghost:
 Every time I try
 to reconcile the distance between
 the two of us
 I realize that I will never 
 be able to completely know you,
 you elusive beauty.
 Stuck in space I will remain
 chasing after your shadow.
 Featureless and bold,
 you will remain abstract
 to me like ink
 or the sound of 
 a commanding voice
telling me to forget about you.