Mist <br />weeps across the stones <br />like tears that sweep <br />this woman's cheek <br /> <br />where <br />did you go to <br />while I was away? <br />The you I knew <br /> <br />has vanished, lost <br />in the seascape, <br />a ghost in the wind <br />that grazes the nape of my neck.<br /><br />Theresa Daly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-58/
