Sitting on her suitcase
Waiting
In a near empty street
The other kids
The teachers
And the coach
Went home
Long ago
Seven years old
Small and pale
A dreamy little oddball
With long red hair
It needs a wash
Like she does
Everybody else
Is at home having tea
She is still waiting
None will come
They often forget her
With a sigh
She gets up
Dragging the case
Down the hill
They are all surprised
When she arrives
She cries
They call her a little drama queen
She takes the case upstairs
And keeps the baggage in her head for fifty years
She is my ghost
And I am hers
We haunt each other
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
Sitting on her suitcase
Waiting
In a near empty street
The other kids
The teachers
And the coach
Went home
Long ago
Seven years old
Small and pale
A dreamy little oddball
With long red hair
It needs a wash
Like she does
Everybody else
Is at home having tea
She is still waiting
None will come
They often forget her
With a sigh
She gets up
Dragging the case
Down the hill
They are all surprised
When she arrives
She cries
They call her a little drama queen
She takes the case upstairs
And keeps the baggage in her head for fifty years
She is my ghost
And I am hers
We haunt each other
