Shadow

Through the ruins of my heart,
a shadow sometimes wanders,
cast as if from another time,
a distant place, an ancient hope;
glimpses of her gliding
along the periphery of thought
is near enough to exorcise,
for a time, regrets gibbering
around the corners of my days;
when she comes to me in dreams,
I can almost believe love
might find foundation
upon this rubble;
someday, I hope to find her,
she who is for now
but a shade of what might yet be,
the one who, perhaps, looks for me.