There she stands, distant but not far
Here I am standing, feeling a faded scar
Her black dress, it swirls as she walks
I close my eyes in fear, yet she stalks
It was old, subtle, long forgotten, the pain
She’d disappear and then be back again
I hug myself, maybe shed just leave
She grins, and moves and circles me
A knife of my past, firm in her hand
And Fright flows through my eyes,
She teases and gloats, and goes away
I sit and curl and hug my own knees
For moments I feel alright and free
For moments I can sleep and dream
For moments I can even smile
But deep within, I just wait
For her to be back, to laugh at me
I just wait, for her to stand there again
