Following

In the middle of the night
When I turn out the light
I see your shadows
Following me

Anxious
I push aside the curtains
Peeking out the window
Check over once thorough

Finding nothing
Less settles my restless heart
Bringing myself out on the porch
I tip-toe
Behind the bushes,
Beyond the fence
Waiting for the shadows
Following me

No shadows or figures,
That I see
But I know you are
Following me

I stay wide awake
Perched at the window sill
My heart hoping
To see those shadows again
Just this again

A light wind
Ruffles my locks
Sending a shiver
Down my spine
A smile settles on my lips
A drop of tear trickles down my cheek

I know it is you
Sending kisses on the wind
Like you have
Since the time you’ve gone
Keeping up your promise
Of following me

~~~~~~~

Asha Seth

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  1. Its a very beautifully described APPARITIONAL EXPERIENCE

    Every teen girl desires it and experiences it.

    I would like to add a few stanzas if you wont mind.

    I am convinced that when you come.
    It would be in some inconceivable form.
    A trick of light, a shadowless being,a beauty so startling that even mirrors would withdraw.

    I looked for you everywhere.
    I thought you were coded in the wind,a falling star.

    My longing for you drawn taut as a bowstring,

    I could have sighted you in any guise.

    I would have taken you in any shape, any apparition you arrived in,an illusion or evidence,

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    1. Sitting out on a porch is one of my favourite pastimes. And the muse hit me there. Did not know what exactly I wanted to write. And yet was happy somehow for how it shaped out in the end. I think I wanted to write about ghosts. Anyway. Glad you liked, J.

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      1. I really enjoyed it, I think those sorts of ideas are great, that just hit you and carry you away somewhere. I wish I had a porch to sit on, or at least a nice view! Unless that becomes the basis for a story.

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        1. Yes, not that I get a chance often to delight myself with a porchly muse. I so wish to have a place in the woods with a porch overlooking the hills. May be then I’d invite you over for coffee.

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