Haunting


Everything feels new

fresh

refreshed

like a meadow

blooming

after gentle rain.

I tell myself

that’s how I feel

refreshed by gentle rain

not battered by a storm.

Sometimes 

I almost believe it,

believe that I’ve left the past behind,

our past with it’s sunshine and shadows.

I try to see the sun

but it’s so bright 

I have to close my eyes

and that’s when the tears fall.

That’s when the shadows return

to haunt me.

I hope 

sometimes

they will be haunting you.


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