ghost

Geez, it just sucks sometimes, ya know?
The whole thing twists me.
Out of nowhere.
I realize I never understood him,
even when I thought I did.
Who even is he? What does he want?
He gave me every reason to feel confident,
and never made anything out of us.
He was a ghost, a shadow, a breath
-- shuddered.
Even now when I see more objectively,
he was stabbing me with good signals.
The stares, the conversations, the compliments.
Yet it was all for what?
Nothing.
He's a ghost.