The Ephemeral

It's like I've forgotten who I was
or maybe I know
but I just can't get him back
he's out there
beyond the fog
like a ghost
lost between two worlds
unsure which is which
and not trusting in the light

At times
when I'm staring at the page
trying to get the right word right
I can feel him slip through me

Only they're wrong
it's not a chill
not a chill at all

It's the comfort of a warm blanket
when your fevor has made you feel cold