You tap on my shoulders





You tap on my shoulders,

I blanch in fear –

The dawn dogs are barking bleak foreboding,

I turned around,

You were never there.

The fogs are swirling swiftly

Sketching vague visions;

My throat aches,

Somewhere you’re sound asleep

I dare not drain my voice;

Here my early morning is never anew,

Your name reappears

Like some elixir etched in me,

I have not a warm coat left

For the chill loitering parentless:

My skin is shrunken to white,

My thoughts rasped by truth.

Still like a habit humming its hobby,

You tap on my shoulders

To have me turn around

For something out of sight.