A poem for lost souls

After the rain . >> photo by A.Summers

One day I catch glimpse outside my shadow.

Who was that woman with all those dreams. Where she hailed from and where she went, I don’t know.

I haven’t seen her in a long, drawn, while.

I’m here, down here. The place my life has meant for me. I work, for me, but more for them. I forget my friend was ever a friend.

She became a stranger, a myth, and a dream.