The floor board creaked
but no-one was there.
I heard a foot step
on the winding stair.
The fierce wind whistled
through the broken pane,
and a tree branch tapped
on the weather vane.
He said he’d meet me,
but I stood alone.
A spirit loomed.
Blank eyes met my own.
Why were we meeting
in a lonely place?
I saw a shadow
of a twisted face.
I ran to exit
through the open door,
aware my one love
wanted me no more.
pennyluker 
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