You are still mist in the mornings. Dreamtime, still haunting. Unforgettable ghost, my heart's healed wound and in the half light you stand by the door in my bedroom a winking shadow, gone then, dissolved and lost to the air. My breath catches like a skipping CD and I know you're not thereβ the curtain ripples and I shiver you are still here, always, stalking my thoughts, feeding my fear.