She knew his face.

Not just the face that stood

on the corner, watching;

but the face that stood in the corner, watching

while she slept.

She knew this couldn’t be,

locked her doors once, twice, then three –

no body could enter in, but

a spirit, a soul so darkly grim

as to haunt her mind like this?

Perhaps…  Flipped the cap

from off the pills

prescribed when this had happened

last.  She laughed.  Again, again

she did this to herself.  When

would her brain accept it finally,

the reality of his death?

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