Your presence is ethereal.
I heard your voice but I had never heard your voice.
You haunted me. Oh memory I never experienced that was ever so familiar.
It was quiet and black and white and grey.
And the music was quiet at first but came in like a floodgate.
The silent clatter of keys on a piano were like a soft warm summer rain.
And as I played that became deeper and deeper as the drops turned from little flecks dusting my skin to luscious drops to waves….
in these puddles and tides I saw your ghost.
Flashes of a half hiding face with bitten lipped smiles.
Of an arm stretched out to dance and then a spin into a great…
and then there was your voice.
It haunted me as much as…
and I’d never heard it before I saw you here.
But I had seen you before.
You were… remembered.
How could I possibly have a memory of someone I never met…
never exchanged experiences with..
never laughed with..
never cried with…
never felt their heartbeat close to mine