By Afraid of the dark

Lying in the velvet dark,
I thought I heard you calling,
A gentle creak upon the step,
I thought I heard you falling.

For moment, lying there,
I thought you had returned,
From your early leaving,
From that day you burned.

As my mind began to wake,
I thought I saw you there,
Standing in my doorway,
Drowning my despair.

That figure in my doorway,
Was nothing but a coat,
The voice I heard calling,
Issued from my throat.

Submitted By alan

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