I met a man
Who isn’t there
He isn’t there
Quite obviously

His form arose
Out of the fog
The misty fog
Enveloped me

His shape now blurry
Yet I still see
His gentleness
Exquisitely

He moved toward me
I felt assured
and waited for him
Breathlessly

So long of hair
with eyes too kind
He looked at me
Endearingly

I felt him reach,
reach out to me
To touch me oh,
So lovingly

A gravelly voice
Whispered to me
Whispered to me
Incessantly

Assuaged my day
and lulled my night
he made me dream
perpetually

Who is this man
no longer there?
No longer there
lamentably

(This is a reworking of a poem I wrote on February 2, 2011.)