Monday, February 27, 2023

Ghost




Ghost

I can still see you at times
waiting at my front door,
despite the wind,
despite the cold.
Poor Tom cat, seeking the shelter
of my neglected hearth,
too weathered to shiver
or bother to shake the snow
from your gray coat.
And you are the phantom
who slips through dead locked doors,
roaming the halls,
watching for me,
waiting for you.
Dana Lee

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