Haunted

What do you want from me?
You peer through my window
Reaching the depths of my mind
My personal thoughts yours to see, to analyze
But not a word of your own do you speak

My own thoughts wonder, yet not a word revealed
Of your hand brush on my cheek, the warmth
Of your fingers on my lips
I have sought and tried to erase the feeling, or to find
The same in some other form, some other way

I close my eyes to shut the door
And move past the entry you blocked
Only to turn and see you standing
in the shade of my shadow