A spiritual presence of awe
For hovering body and dark brown hair
Brushed to one side, a kind face.
Memory fails me, but I know it was kind.
She took me by the hand, hugged me,
but then she had to leave.

Angry tears fell, and I ran around the house,
Breaking free from everyone,
Was not going to stop until she would not leave.
I ran around the house until I collapsed.
Betrayed by an uninhibited little body, I had soiled myself.
For my first shame, I would not see her leave.

Now I can only see traces in the shadow of dream
Who she was and why I ran around the house,
unknown, but when I experience shame, or loss, or longing,
a small part of me wishes she were here.