...And so your spirit wanders through the valleys of the city, <br />Like a cool winter breeze. <br />It is a pale shadow which I cannot follow, <br />But whose presence can be felt everywhere. <br />It rattles the window, closed against the cold. <br />The curtains shimmy in anticipation of the <br />Apparition that waits outside. <br />But when I pull them open to take a look <br />There is no you, only a soulless zephyr <br />Whistling pass: <br />I knew it to be so all along.<br /><br />Michael Stephens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zepher/
