Cross the black window.
You're gone
And I'm alone in the house.
The petals of the crab apple
Fall in the garden;
The moments slip by
Unperturbed.
On the floor of the verandah
A patch of moonlight
Trembles as if on cue
With the wind,
I hear your voice
And the ghost of the curtain
Reminds me of you
In your white dress.