I felt you.
A touch of shimmer;
A caress of lace.
An invisible presence;
Inches from my face.
You stand there watching me,
As though I were blind.
But I'm only dozing;
You should really hide.
You think I know not,
Of what you seek?
I'm not special,
Or even concrete.
But I know,
That you didn't vanish-
Like the wind into space-,
Because you stand there.
Staring at me.
With such a sad face.