Hallowed Haunting

you are in the silent cry
that calls when everyone is sleeping

you are in the instinct to look over my shoulder
when I can see all three up ahead

you are in the noiseless thump
that beckons from an empty room

you are in the headcount
that comes up eerily short

signs of you are in my heart
in my house
in my past
in my passion
in my dreams
in my being
in my prayers
in my hopes

there is nothing tangible
claiming you are near
or even coming
but this hallowed haunting
has me living in hopeful anticipation
of one day holding you
not just in my heart
but in my arms