An empty wide street I look down to see
Around each corner a ghostly presence,
Dusty pathways look back and gaze at me
And in my hollow soul search for pleasance.
Echoes of distant laughters and long talks
Tease with craving longings my silent ear,
Along with the footsteps of late night walks
That are now chained by disabling fear.
I wonder how with each breeze I can smell
Your distinctive scent that I much long for,
And how your shades as if sent by a spell
Haunt my numb eyes to miss you even more.
This street is empty, save of very few,
And my heart is full, with the trace of you.
