She's barely there

She's barely there.
Like a figment of my imagination,
slowly disappearing in the cloud of my own breath.

We put the broken peices together
To find the hidden story.

We remind eachother everyday
exactly what it read.
Though we are best friends
                                                                       (With trust issues)
--we hold pinkies and walk home.

The only thing we heard was a cold pale silence
      Encompassing synced heartbeats.
Because there was nothing...
    I was running.

                        My mind was telling me otherwise.