You Still Haunt Me

by Susanna Hargreaves

Sometimes I search the shadows,

For the memories seem to linger just here and there.

During the briefest moments,

a cold breeze will softly blow-

or was it you who caressed my hair?

Then just as simply,

Something will remind me what we shared

what is true

what is barely left of you

Then I hear it,

a familiar whisper

and your love will come back through

Like a hope chest filled with treasures

so safely tucked away

Finger tips gently wrap them for another lonely day

The past is really not that distant

You are there-

I only have to close my eyes

How many times will I remember?

Will your memory stay alive?

You haunt me like an old ghost story

Again

I touch your dried flowers

pressed on a fading yellow page

Delicate, beautiful and fragile

Loving words

Reread over and over

with the wind,

in the moonlight

and rain.

Susanna Hargreaves is a writer and educator from New Hampshire. You can read more about her here.

Across the Ashes