I used to see her walking
before
the sun went down.
her long strides,
her ear phones
on.
her arms at her side.
the setting light
in her eyes.
her hair tied back
behind her.
around, she'd go.
past the church, the trail
beside the woods,
the stream.
walking walking, alone.
up the hill, out of sight.
she was chasing something,
not the future, not
the present,
but the past, unable to
catch it once more.
unable to make it
come back.
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