Smoke

Like smoke my image lingers.
Barely visible.
A shadow memory.
A hint of something
seen in the distance.
Portending  what?
I am always just
beyond the forest of
your reality.
Rising like wisps of smoke
into your consciousness.
Am I real?
Have you ever really seen me?
I am like a distant star
twinkling in the periphery
of your vision.
When you look at me I disappear.
Maddening.