Forget about the girl who said what no one wished to hear.
Go on. Pretend she never existed;
Yet someday…in some distant year,
When you least expect it,
You may hear,
A voice ring out and speak to you.
You may find the voice persisted.
‘Neath the echoes of cars and trains moving through time you hear;
Below the beeps, clangs, bangs, and caterwauls…
Her voice. Onward you pace and veer,
Through the streets she stalks you;
Drifting near.
Walking in the steps, behind you.
Listen, in silence a voice calls…
“I was here…
………….I was here.”
K. Aldaya, 7/25/17
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 