The Silent Follower

She carried sadness in her pocket,
Leaving trails wherever she walked.
Dripping sadness followed her,
Blackening even the happiest of days.

‘Twas a summer day she remembers,
The trail went missing mysteriously.
A ghostly love licked it all,
Salty tracks and trails.

– Emily Parker


Posted on

May 15, 2020

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