Haunt

A smoky whisper in the deceptive air,

was it your shadow that danced with my reflection?

A slight of sight that filled me with such fright

that I was sure that I would not sleep that night.

I turned on the radio to calm my nerve

but I could hear your voice in the static.

I opened the window to cool my frantic mind

only to feel your breath in the cool night's wind.

I rinsed my face to awaken my eyes

but I could taste your chilled tongue in the flowing water.

And so I resigned myself to sleep,

but as I blew out the candles,

the smoke floated past my eyes

and in the complete darkness, all I could see

was your taunting, haunting face.

I longed to reread your gravestone

to discover if you are real,

and yet I was terrified of reading the words

that hurt me most.

I'll cling to these ghosts to keep me company

until I find sleep to wake me from this dream.