A Haunting

His footprints next to mine in the snow, The wildflowers he picked for my hair; The kiss we shared 'neath the moon's pale glow.... That kiss that left me gasping for air Those evening strolls down paths thick with fog, The first time he whispered "I love you, " A night bird perched on a fallen log, The lone witness to our rendezvous Nights when Heaven's gilded gates would part To reveal a glimpse of Paradise; His heart pressed firmly against my heart, Seeing my reflection in his eyes So confusing are these memories That consume my every waking hour, With such precision they taunt and tease, As if commandeered by some dark power Is it just my mind playing a cruel game - Does loneliness prompt this strange duet? Recalling a lover with no name.... Haunted by a man I never met