I swear I saw your face today,
but… how could that be?
I know that I’m not going crazy;
I know you’re haunting me.
I don’t know why I thought
that walking to your house was wise.
On your porch there was a note
with grave words printed inside.
All this time I prayed to get better,
so that my nightmares would not last.
But the note said that
“I hope your Halloween is as haunted as your past.”
I stood at the foot of your steps
going back and forth in my mind.
To think I would have never seen that note,
if I had just left you behind.
Poet: Stefanie Parrott