11.6.15 Gone still

Gone, and gone still
the bright smile; an easy caress
Something about who
she had to see

Down by the docks where
the wintering boats lay tipped
to their sides -wrapped in wait
There was
someone she had to meet

Cold, cold the northeaster blew
In through the window cracks
through the heavy front door
pushed open, dragged shut as the
realization hit home; hit bone

Gone, and gone still, struck out 
as easy as she'd swung into town
with those illusory hazel eyes 
and that playful embrace ; 
everything an apparition; 
Off, like the fierce north wind