I perceive you in the silence in forests
I hear your footfall on threadworn stairs.
I see your reflection in the store windows
Behind me, gaunt and hollow-cheeked.
I watch your shape twist and swirl in the sand dunes
I feel you tug my hair in the waves.
I know it is you who drips water down my back
As I lounge in a hot steamy bath.
I guess I should have thought it through
Before I killed you, that you would haunt me forever.
Copyright Anna C Croft 3/6/10 UK
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