Counting the Moments Until You Return
Like a ghost,
you float across my reality,
so close, yet I cannot touch you.
In and out of my conscious realm
you dance,
as if you wanted to torture me,
being so near I can feel your warm smoky breath
on the back of my neck,
but when I turn to place my hand upon your cheek,
you’ve disappeared,
gone into the darkness, the night –
I’m so afraid you’ll never be back.
You leave me
to count the moments until you return
and just when I’ve decided that I’ve lost,
you were a dream and only now I’m awake
you grace me with your presence,
your small frame filling up my heart,
making me fantasize that the next time I see you
you’ll decide it is better to be alive
than live as you do –
running and hiding,
hating and hurting,
acting as only a blur
in the lives of those who love you,
ceasing to resist.
Each time you come to me,
it’s like the first time all over again
and I dream you’ll be mine.
copyright 2006 Katherine Andrews
