Then as she parts
She never leaves
Lingers as dust
Or a palm on concrete

When she breathes
She needs not air
Her now scent gone
The dress she wears

Swatch of silk
That wind commands
The jagged edge
Of her silver hand

Her whisper creeps
Through carpet halls
Sideways sway
on garden wall

Tendon creak
And teapot bubble
She stays a spell
And means no trouble

A gentle hum
With every set
Shes merely gone
But she never left