by Harry

Submitted by Erikleo
the razor’s edge of relentless living now
she’s homesick for forgotten presents

went out and never came back
and lives in a shadow play

a phantom of who she was
never able to assert what she’d been

gone but there in memory’s pantomime
singing softly in the wings


2 Comments to “Walking”

  1. I wonder if this is my destiny?

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