I let it trail on my skin,
cold yet gentle touch.
Just as I turned around,
there was nothing much,
that I could see.

Again,
It touched me slowly
but there wasn't anybody

This time 'it' forgot to call my name,
it kept chanting something again,
Trace of nothing I could find,
it did leave its shadow behind.

It's there but it's not there,
here or elsewhere,
somewhere maybe
near... it's here