That Sound, is No Aerophone, It's
That ghost....... you thought, you saw!
The, shadow...... in the hall.
It was, you.... All,
along.
A sign of things, to come ?
Or a memory, that was yet to be.
While your spirit, haunts .....
my humble..... home!
You left, your mark,
upon
my soul.
Giajl © Jim Love