ghost of you i see in my closed eyes
invisibly vague yet greatly real
i clasp my hands
and hold you for a moment in my mind,
you are so light… bright

your quiet smile
your careful touch
your baring to try
hesitant and fearful but trusting but loving
your fragile certainty reassured
as we touch – lips to my cheek
relieved as all along i am true
all along inside of me you exist

waiting, i am waiting
in my image you shortly disappear
back to my old tired self
and as i tired end, i no longer can stand
too much time has past
too much of you have died
please, please,
when will you return to me?

© simon whittle — 05.0314