Traffic

He waits for me in the shadows

And beckons me to meet him

in the sweetest of dreams

He is the lover that I have yet to know

I cannot touch him but I feel him every day

As the traffic moves from lane to lane

Fast and slow

I hear my name in a whisper

And I listen hard for that familiar sound

In crosswalks and corridors

Looking around each corner

I think of him everytime I open a door or turn a page

Knowing one day I will feel his lips brush against mine

My search feels empty at times

But when I am ready

The light will change

And the clock begins to sing its chime

The sun will illuminate the face I long to see

And a new journey will begin

Haunted

I catch a glimpse of him sometimes

In a crowded room

In the corner of my eye

As I walk down the hall

I am haunted

I hear his voice sometimes

Far beyond the crowded street

He is whispering my name

As he breathes

And I am haunted

I feel his touch sometimes

Deep within the night

Between the sheets

Across my thighs

I am haunted

He is not a memory

He is not a ghost

He is but a dream

A wish

Of what I hope will be

Remembrance

Remembrance

You wandered in through my dreams last night
Lost but forgiving of pain
I never meant to cause
I approached you with caution

Fearing you would fade if I touched you
You quieted that fear
grabbing me
pulling me into your arms

I didn’t want to let go
I took that moment
Breathing in your scent
Feeling your warmth next to mine
My heart could beat again

You spoke of the heartbreak you ran to when you ran from me
You spoke of the escape
From the prison you found yourself in
Running from one situation
into the next and back again
You said you were tired and home to stay

Then, the unthinkable happened

The vision of you faded
My eyes opened and I curled in my bed
Reaching for remembrance of a moment that was gone.

Etha Walters
October 11, 2009