Something
There’s something following
Me…
I try to hide it, but
It’s always there.
Around the edges,
Around the corner of
My eye.
It’s this evanescent
Gloom
That pins me
To my fright…
Fright of never forgetting
Your memory,
Caged in the back of my head.
But I hope
It’s only temporary…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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