You must have been an

Apparition.

A made up someone in my

Imagination.

For I wandered these stone stairwells

And

I roamed through

Winters withering garden

Following your song.

I knew I should find shelter,

Somewhere to warm my core.

But once outside I could return

Inside no more

For

I was met with barred windows and

Locked doors.

 I found you in the courtyard.

I tried to reach you.

Touch you.

You vanished as I approached.

My fingers now cold and frozen,

I,

Left dreaming in the fog with ghosts and snowflakes.

And I remained alone

As I was all

Along.

I must have mistaken the

Wind howling through

Windows and doors,

Through

      Winters garden

                                For your song.