Reflections

By Alana Becker, '22.


Gazing at me with an empty stare

she calls out my feelings

like no one has. The one who

lost her breath

spitting meaningless words

to a grown woman with a half-listening ear.

I climb down the stairs to the main room

where I meet her eye to eye, only

this time she walks

through my spinning head.

This time she is not there.


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