When the moon hides behind the clouds
I am the cold breath, upon your neck
the chill, that traces down your spine
I am the unspoken words, lingering in dreams
the shadows, that dance at the edge of your vision
you feel my presence, a whisper in your soul
a memory that never fades
I have returned, just to remember
the life and love that I once knew
a benign revenant
haunting the corridors
and the windows of your soul
still aching for freedom
from the things that haunt me
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 