On odd occasions
a light breeze bowls under the door
and taps me on the shoulder,
whispering the words you said
but say no more.
A ghostly blanket wraps around me,
getting tighter and closer and colder,
engulfing me in goosebumps
until I can barely breathe or move or think-
and then I am free.
You are gone.
I am alone.
Even though I know you have left this life,
your boa constrictor still controls my mind.