Ghostly image
waits in silence
Ages have passed
Seeing me
She turns
I follow
Tree limbs grope upward
Clouds block, then reveal
the moonlight
Dark eyes
sad white lips
torn dress flutters
Her light hair passes
amoung the trees
Crickets chirping
she is silent
Kneeling at the dark pond
Wet branches drip tears
through her
I reach out to her
and touch nothing
she turns
with sad longing
Looking behind her
in confussion
The wind (or is it?)
rustles the bushes
Blocking blows
she tumbles into the water
without a splash
She walks from the water,
dripping,
fetus bawling in her arms
She screams
as only spirits can
The echoes painful in my heart
In my ears, the death of silence
My eyes adjust
as moonlight reappears
between the trees
She is gone
Grandfather goes to the cemetary
first to grandma
than an older tombstone
It says "Emily"
She was sixteen
"She had dreamed of so much"
Birth sign: Not entered
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