The Ghost
I met myself
Walking down the hallway
Of an old school
The ghost of a former self
Innocent but cruel
Smart but not wise
The ghost laughed
Her echoing laugh
Full of joy and sadness
As I told her about what she had become
But what she will never be
She is dead, after all
Copyright © Alexa Renner | Year Posted 2020
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