Spirited

On paths, between trees.
Underneath waning crescent
that shyly light, the night
and fogs of breaths exhale
to disappear.
invisible like my soul-

away.

The moon has phases,
Seasonal changes,
& I, on the sidewalk
Find my way home
Wondering
Dispiritedly in this breathless night

If I'm still the same.

But I feel it in me somehow,
Missing
As if a wraith-like,
wandering apparition
has unlaced itself-
away.