He turned to her
A faint smile
With depth
And sharpness
Yet when he turned
It was as if
He was only
An image
In a daguerreotype
A ghost within
The confines
Of a photograph
A metal plate
Yet there
He sat in
My big wingback chair
A ghost
Just a ghost
With a faint smile
Then a wink
That knew
What I was thinking.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 
Hope you thinking nice things, J !!! 🍃🌺🍃
Always
You too. xox