apparition

you want to hear
her voice again.
to taste her lips,
to feel the warmth
of her body against
yours. she has become
an apparition that
you want made
whole. it's not
good, this thought.
this longing, but
it comes as quickly
as it goes. it
is a cold wash of
wave upon your soul.
and she fades like
the false light
she was, she fades,
so nearly gone.