Shadow play- –
you eclipse my heart
standing silently in the closet
male- -wanting- -waiting
how I loved you best
a closet bound phantom
stillness echoes out
where thoughts revolve- -swirling neon
and bloodstone- -thoughts
evolve into shoebox dreams,
dust laden momentoes
of years gone by.

Gone on by- –
polished driftwood carried
by time’s elusive current
flowing backward against my heart- –
now and then lapping gently
against the eroded banks
of memory, teasing me.- –
You always did make me smile,
even in the dark corners.

I don’t want
to dust off the past- –
I’ll do it for you though.
Being teased by shadows
is a hobby of mine.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.