Reflections
- Benjamin Underwood
- Oct 16, 2020
- 1 min read
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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