Part 7 and 8

-7-
She turned away
From the corner wall
Where it seemed she had
Spent most of the day.
The sun’s going down
Spread spider-web Streams
Of soft, auburn light,
Through the west wall.
She seemed pale,
Almost a ghost,
In this time when
Day dies into night.
She returned,
From then to now.
She spun around
In the room.
A chill came over her,
As if someone had
Been watching,
As if someone was
Standing amidst the shadows in the back corner,
And saw, like her,
Through her memories,
Saw it all over again.
She looked up the stairs,
Then quickly rushed out
The back door,
Down the back stair,
And hurried to her car.
She refused-
As she had done
So many times,
For so many years-
To let the little girl
Feel those cries,
Or cry those tears
Again.
She stood for a moment
By her car,
Holding on,
The wind was still swinging
The old rusty hinged
Front door
She had left open.
She had to leave
The ghosts behind.

-8-

She could hear the ocean,
Just as before,
She waited a moment until
All was lost in the wind,
And the roar
Of the ocean
Crashing against large,
Aged and broken
Jetty walls
Harbouring the shore.

The car rolled slowly
Back onto the highway
Amidst trucks,
Cars and travelers.
She spun the car around,
Stopped one last time,
Behind those memories,
Behind those abandoned times,
Behind all those abandonment crimes,
Behind those fears and childhood tears,
A woman protects
A little girl
And a little girl hides.
Somehow,
Abandon things
Hold stronger ties and lines
Than memories,
Houses, ghosts,
And even the pain
Of lost
Forgotten times.