You see her
walking
silent
veiled in a smokey haze
in the darkness
of the night
Her silhouette you imagine
she isn’t even anywhere near
her fingertips on your scars
she makes them fade and disappear
dreams lost, come back and reappear
Like a vampire standing still
with a penetrating view
diving in the reel
of the deepest pulse of your soul
She lingers in some quiet way
pulling the strings of fibers
leaving her scent
haunting
and craving in the air
She sees you
but when you reach
she seems to slip right through
leaving a fracture by way of heart
You wonder, was she ever really there?
With no illusions of tomorrow
you close your eyes
...and breathe...mindful...and with intent...
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