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.
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.