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.
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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.
Thank you for this…
Penny, you’re welcome.
Beautiful.
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This captures beautifully the inexpressible longing for someone we’ve lost. Well done.
Thank you.
I just read Ghost in the Shadows. Again. Haunting, aching, tearful need.
Beautifully written.
thank you. I sometimes forget to go back and re-read my poetry. The poetry is pure emotion and most of them were written at times when I was buried under pain. The poetry was my attempt to find the light again.