Revenant
by
Amethyst

was that you
today in the park
breathing on azalea leaves
making them tremble
like memories
as I passed by?

and in the storm
when the power failed
a candle
the only light left
inside or out
flickered

was it your hand
passing through
the flame?
I saw the outline clearly--

a neighbor brought home
a bouquet
stopped me in the hall
picked out two blossoms
she said my soul
needed them
to dispell ghosts

but now
before the glass
an audience of midnights
has gathered
wide-eyed, enthralled

waiting
without sound or breath
to hear
you whisper again
the most fragile
secret dreams
of the flowers