Ghost in the Shadows

Ghost in the Shadows

I reach for the telephone and pull my hand away.

 The answering machine message has long been erased.

I search the night sky for a glimpse of your essence.

I examine each cloud as it moves across space.

I hear your voice echo in the memories of time

and mourn inside; I can’t see your face.

I search, long and often.

You’re hiding in shadows.


How easy it would be to dial a number.

Or see your face in the sky or the clouds.

But the soul is elusive; invisible to see

Only memories remain.

A pale light in the darkess.

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