A shadow lingering at my darkened doorway
A whisper in the night
Like the sighing of the slightest breeze
Your familiar form leaning against the brick wall,
Arms crossed, head tilted, smiling that green-eyed smile
As if you had never left my side
Not a word crosses your lips
Only your eyes convey the sorrow and regret
That you have carried inside
And in an instant, you are gone
Disappearing again among the midnight shadows
Ghost or desire, I'll never know.
Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin
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