Nothing There Poem by Ruth Gordon

A cold shiver runs down my spine
Even though today is fine
No wind is blowing
Yet my hair is flowing

What is this feeling?
Is it my life their stealing?
A look around and at the ceiling
Nothing there just this feeling

Curiosity seeps back in
My mind wondering if it is a sin
To think that they care
That they send their love in the air
But no, not today
They are all gone and away

I wonder if it is life i taint
In this room of peeling paint
Is natural to over think things
Is it just as natural as that bird that sings

Hard it is, to stay on track
The need for their love, it burns
But they will never come back,
Perhaps eventually they will in turns.