june
hudson, ny
-
him
another summer here.
what was i thinking?
i'd been here last year
pacing these halls
in the late night hours
when the ghosts were
probably out.
creeping around campus
like a shadow,
making sure it was silent
as 4am rolled around.
these new people,
fresh from school or
wherever else they came from
had no idea
what they'd signed up for.
even as she walked in
i felt sorry for her.
happy with that smile on
her sweet face.
brown hair, blue eyes,
likely my age.
she had no idea
what she was in for.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
