After ten years, she knocks on my door again.
I try to speak.
I want to say something,
anything,
but I cannot seem to find the words.
I didn't think I would,
or that I could,
feel this much.
All I can do is stare at this apparition of my childhood companion,
who now holds her own child in her arms.
With eyes wide and mouth agape, I finally manage to splutter out
"Welcome back."
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
After ten years, she knocks on my door again.
I try to speak.
I want to say something,
anything,
but I cannot seem to find the words.
I didn't think I would,
or that I could,
feel this much.
All I can do is stare at this apparition of my childhood companion,
who now holds her own child in her arms.
With eyes wide and mouth agape, I finally manage to splutter out
"Welcome back."
"Do you remember the girl that drowned?"
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