A poem for lost souls
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.