THE GHOST AND ITS WIND
By: Eros
The gust of wind
caught with it
a tremendous whiff
of gloom.
Yonder beyond
is a waiting silhouette
of a woman wronged.
A ghostly shadow owing to its nature..
an actual ghost..
…Waiting for the man
who gave her the ring,
but abandoned her at the altar.
The wind crosses the river,
passes through the city,
waking the dwellers up
from their midnight dreams.
Making them remember
their own lives’ misery.