by Lawrence Estrey04 Jul 2020
Unexpectedly I feel her now, close by.
The other girl.
Her hair, long and black.
Her touch on my skin, soft and attentive.
She has a playful smile on her face, teasing.
I loved her.
People say I didn’t, it was just an infatuation that got out of control.
But they're wrong.
In the distance, the girl laughs, even though she’s dead.
A gleeful, mischievous giggle.