A movement in the corner of an eye,
noises in the dark,
a missing glove,
a cold breeze and the door shuts.
Today, footprints in the snow,
the curtains move in an empty house,
a faint stain on the carpet,
melted ice on the kitchen floor.
A melody, indistinguishable from the howling wind,
a whisper in the walls,
steps outside in the garden,
soft on the frozen snow.
Sweating despite the cold,
a pale star in the night sky,
distant voices in the dark,
a figure wandering the deserted streets.
Rose petals on the doormat,
dust floating in mid air,
a flickering candle light,
just a ghost lingering at the house.
Just another lonely soul that can't let go,
until it's forgotten,
like all the lost gloves,
Like all the figures in the foggy winter's night.