I have seen your spirit in many places.
You track me through the unknown woods,
Find me in the middle of the dry plains,
Kiss me in the darkness of the shadows.
Your hands sculpt my figure from stone,
Feeling over every curve and gifting me life,
Heating me and caressing me and loving me.
You have rescued me from retreating to ice.
Some days I witness your breath hot on my neck,
Entangling your hands in my thick dark hair,
Whispering enchanting oaths into my ear.
When I feel most alone, I will turn to you.
Other days you seem to pass by without a thought.
I stand right before you, but your eyes see through.
It seems you do not even recognize me.
I still look the same. What could have changed?
In the wilderness I walk between the tallest trees.
I am alone; your voice is no longer in my head.
Maybe you were always just in my imagination.
A fantasy of promises that a ghost cannot keep.