Should You See

If I came this way again I would come at midnight slipping in at the shadow hours lingering beneath the slim light of the crescent moon; the light would fade and falter not daring to ignite the hidden byways where I could walk silent and unseen reminiscing of my prior life cut short by the loss of love. I am here now alone and weeping in the darkness alone, cold and chilled by wind gusts racing with an ominous whispering that dance a macabre waltz in the night. Should you look out and see me, say nothing only watch and ponder as my specter slips into deeper shadows, I am but a remnant ghost of my past never to return as I was.