in the dark

a ghost drifts in and out of the room
was i the cause of her gloom?
or was that a collision
of her angst with an apathetic world?

she has eyes
that see past me,
and ears
that listen not to what i say.

left without a clue
as to what I can do to appease her,
i try not to notice in her presence
and sit here in silence.