Dead Girl - a short poem

in Freewriters4 years ago

I see you sometimes
On the street
After sunset;

You're a spirit.

I watch you
Stay in the shadows
And enter the woods;

I know you—
I’ve entered your mind
By watching.

I’m not sure you see me
Or if we met
You would talk to me;

I noticed you last winter
Crossing the field
In perfect stillness…

Leaving no footprints.

A snow squall
Surrounded you
And you disappeared

Into perfect whiteness.

You left no trace
Of your presence
But disturbed
My placid universe,

Marking the landscape
Within me.

I would talk with you
If we met;
I know all your secrets.

To enter someone’s life
You're either a confessor
Or writer—

The one, admitted freely,

The other,
By way of spirit.

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