The Watcher

You brushed my skin,
With a touch so soft
That it lingered in my memory.
My heart stood still,
As I strained for the sound
Of your voice or a breath in my ear.

As the years went by,
I grew away from you
I swear it’s true
I curse the day
I laid my eyes on you!

But I wear your clothes,
Inhale your perfume
And dream of  your tender embrace.
And I haunt these rooms
Longing to be seen
From my invisible place.

As the years went by,
I grew away from you
I swear it’s true
I curse the day
I laid my eyes on you!