I listen your voices,
you are never here,
i can't find you anywhere,
I see you in side room,
writing something
i feel you touching my hair,
I feel your foot step in the back door,
when i want to see you,
find nothing there.
this makes me strange,
and watch the door,
with constant stare.
Rafique Farooqi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadows-of-your-soul/
