For the Daily Inkling prompt ‘latent image‘.
Hat on the sofa
or cat well-loved now gone?
Shadows beneath the chair
stretch like a waking dog,
silent in his ghost sleep.
Trees bend and sway,
and people dart between the trunks,
faces peer from bus windows
stopped at the lights
then gone—was it?
Should ever you go,
how would I bear this world
when every footstep on the path, clearing of the throat,
quick laughter, shout of greeting,
every hollow, bend in the road,
face in the crowd, trick of the light,
every cloud, leafy bough, every moonshadow,
every constellation balancing on the roof of the sky