Silent Stare

She lingers in the corners,
where the light forgets to stretch,
a shadow sharper than memory.
Her breath is the echo of things unsaid,
her gaze, a wound the night cannot heal.
He feels her before he sees her-
the weight of her absence,
the chill of her closeness.
She doesn't speak, but her silence screams
in the hollows of his chest.
An entity unseen tightens,
and he is bound,
not by fear,
but by the pull of something  
he will never understand.