It feels as if someone is following me,
A shadow from the past, maybe.
And just when I turn back to see
It’s gone.
But the shadow leaves a trace —
Its reflection froze in the lake
Given it was the end of December.
But maybe, it was just passing by.
Baffling, as it was
Despite her hard-earned indifference
She / I went to look in the niche
Where the shadow lurked.
There was no sense of movement.
There was, however, a familiar scent —
A scent that was inviting
Attached to a memory, equally frightening.
She went down the abandoned alley
Another time, another hour.
The same stillness plagued the view
Afflicting her bone and sinew.
The excruciating pain she once knew
Came flashing before her eyes
As did passion, she never again afforded.
She stood, perplexed with thoughts, sweet and sordid.
Tides of the ocean, or the calm of the lake
Was not a choice she wanted to make.
So she chose instead
To let the sea draw close, into a lagoon.
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