Envisage

I sit in my chair, not a notion or thought,
Nothing in my heart, not happy or distraught.
Behind me I hear the door open fast,
I look and I see a ghost from the past.
Her red leather coat, and long hair to match,
The cat dove from the hall, I watched her catch.
Still sitting down, I knew it was untrue,
I said “whatever”, her arms I ran to.
I did not question it and I did not ask why,
Overwhelmed by happiness, I thought I would cry.
Release my pillow, I look left and then right,
As quick as she came, still was gone on this night.