The air
suddenly holds a scent,
alien and intoxicating.
Perfume of
places I cannot go,
things I cannot touch,
people I cannot be.
Her.
Glimmer across the room,
captured in glimpses I dare to steal.
Maroon hair,
pale face with a smile,
but sad eyes cast in blue.
Lost
in time and space I wander,
untethered from all that I know.
Suddenly
aimless on the path I stand,
having stumbled over her steps.
The only fear I have
is realized in her eyes.
I hide her
quickly and catch my breath.
A moment gone but yet endless,
understanding
she will linger as a ghost
stalks a child alone in the night.
About the Creator
Tiffany Morgan
"We are well-advised to keep on speaking terms with the people we used to be...." Joan Didion
I write to know my own thoughts.
I am currently working on my first novel, historical fiction based on a weird true life story.
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