White is for healing

Here I lie
Waiting for you to open your eyes
Do you see me?
I could be invisible
Lying next to you makes me doubt my existence.

I have buried the ghost
but once it hears my longing
it will travel through the earth back to my heart

I once opened a door to watch the maple leaves fall on the floor
But as I walked my empty self to the graveyard
the snow had covered the leaves

White is for healing

Here I lie
Waiting for you to open your eyes
And when you did
I didn't see you any more
you are invisible
we are invisible.
Our existence is like the ghost
Like maple leaves buried under the snow.