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

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Just beautiful... touched me deeply. Do you allow the posting of this poem on any other sites?

Rainysoul said...

Thank you.

I hadn't really thought about it. I suppose I would. Credited of course, and a link back to my site would be nice. If you do, could you let me know as well, I'd like to visit. :)

Cris A said...

I guess that's why the word "unforgettable" is at once bitter and sweet. Be inspired and keep inspiring always my friend :D