Your ghost in broad daylight.
My presence is a faint scent
that you can't trace.
You are the only person in the room,
and I am the empty chair beside you.
I am the quiet buzz of the fluorescent light,
constant, but never in your view.
I am a whisper that catches on the wind,
a word you almost thought you heard.
I am the simple, silent fact
of being here, and being stirred
by the briefest glance you don't even see
you've given me.
I am a ghost in your broad daylight,
the natural phenomena of me.