Ethereal Stowaway

I miss you

My door is ajar as

I feel your bitter absence.

With a cast of the die,

your shadows hide behind

radiant moon,

slapping spokes of the stars.

My hammer pounds

your transparent presence -

I try to touch

wisps of smoke in winter.

You are a ghostly stowaway

hanging onto my pants leg

as I fluff pillows

with dreams

of fleeting apparition.

I reach up

to feel your mist

and play the piano

of your soul

as your spirit

vacantly stares.

Stuck between floors,

I exist for what was -

your footprints wafting

just out of my sight.

I shiver forlornly

remembering

breaths of our past

as bare feet patter

down an empty hallway -

a wraith who can only offer

a cup of empty.

I miss you as my tears

fall into yesterday.

Plucking your tunes

from your absent sky

I vacuum away

my sorrows of our past

holding your hand

until you fall

into the deepest sleep.

Translucent winds’ dance,

bathing your skin.

I pray to hear your words,

I miss you, too!