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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