It’s Possible

I pretended to be somebody else
I hid my persona in hopes I could watch him
I scantily built her identity
With a meager amount of words.

But if a skillful writer wanted
They could hide themselves.
They could build a person that was realistic
With a rich history and a background
A story, a name, an identity
Taking hold of another perspective
Writing down words with a different lens.

It’s possible.
It’s possible.
What if he noticed,
What if he decides to hide himself,
Making it near impossible,
To hear his voice again.

If he isn’t actually dead.