She walked by —
flashing a smile of recognition to
my shadow before leaving that year ago.
No good-byes ever spoken —
she left like a dream ghost
erased by morning sun.
She led me into that forgotten night to
her place by forbidden dark waters
where moss hung from crooked oak trees.
A whippoorwill called from a lofty branch —
snakes slithered silently through tall swamp grass —
gators awaited their fill on the muddy bank below —
a full moon softly beckoned us to begin what had already ended.