Sunday, October 10, 2010

Haunted

I close my eyes and picture you

your image haunts my soul

burned into memory as real as flesh

i can almost touch you now

i see you there

i smell your hair

i hear your whispers

in my ear

but when i reach for you

there’s nothing there

mist and vapor

on the wind

I imagine sometimes that when

i feel you so intensely

you’re thinking of me too

am i as real to you

I close my eyes and picture you

your image haunts my soul
 

 
 
Photo by: Neal Fowler