Will she still be here when she’s gone, like a ghost,
haunting this place, this places, these people, even though it is the end of a
road she rode and lost herself in the detour, unable to turn back, reverse,
undo, or even stat again, the end of the road she rode and must find a new road
to ride. Yet where and with whom?
How to scratch her way passed the barriers to find an
unobstructed path, and yet here she is, not here in flesh, but in spirit,
always haunting, even after she has moved on, generating tears that her not her
own, a trial nobody else will likely follow, even if they/we want to, she
seeking somehow to regain the stride she lost.
How do you stat again when if all seems like one big end and
we sit here, living in the aftermath, in the dust of her passing, searching or
answers when none may exist, the why it happened, how we all got caught up in
the detour to nowhere, even though we can retrace our steps when she cannot.
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