I know every detail about
every version of herself
she has ever been—
a ghost of days long past,
shadows cast upon the floor,
footsteps fading in forgotten halls.
She was once a wildflower,
untamed in the wind’s embrace,
her laughter echoing in the breeze,
a flicker of light caught
between dusk and dawn,
her soul restless, never staying still.
I know every detail,
the moments she buried deep,
un...