Friday, February 14, 2025

American Daughter



A ghost has been haunting me 
Stuck in the corner of my eye 
I could feel it's gaze through my window when I decide to make an entry
I turn to see all day
Nothing 
I turn to see all night 
Deep ocean blue eyes that you can see glowing from miles away 
Leaving tracers when they move
Dark burgundy hair, perfect for the holiday season 
Bunny cheeks 
Baby pink like a pantheress
The only skin that I was able to make out was pale as snow
We had locked eyes, like we’d always would around this time
I pulled my camera out to use the flash, to see if I could capture her
She turned and headed towards my neighbor’s house
That’s when I knew I had to know who she was 
Attraction 
Her walk took my heart and mirrored her steps
Slightly irregular 

Next morning I asked my neighbor if they’ve seen her as well 

“Oh! the young lady that lives a couple blocks down?”
“She lives alone with her mother, I always see her around on weekdays” 
“I’m not sure where they head on the weekends, their cars are always gone when I drive by their house”
“Looks empty inside but lights are on at night.”

"Do you know her name by any chance?" I asked
Behind me came a voice saying

"To know her is to love her"







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