Phantasmal
Cross the black window.
You're gone
And I'm alone in the house.
Petals from the crab apple
Fall in the garden;
The silence unbroken
By anyone else.
On the floor of the verandah
A patch of moonlight
Trembles and weeps,
Deeply distressed;
I hear your voice
And the ghost of the curtain
Reminds me of you
In your white dress.