Haunted (Double Ethere) Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Dust
settles
over bones
of yesterday,
wrapped in scented strips
of silent remembrance.
I am haunted by your smile
and the shadow of confusion,
haunted by the way that you touched me,
touched by the haunting hands of departure.

The mere thought of you permeates my skin,
the gentle fragrance of spring rewards.
O! My dearest! I am haunted!
You live in my bones, breaking
to be free of the bonds
that hold you within.
Lilies blossom
from your lips,
kissed by
rain.