Lonely shadows dance along my wall
Illuminated by the street lamp outside
Playing out a well known tale
Memoirs and sonnets from another life
The shadows twirl and step in time
To a song that I know but can’t hear
This ends only one way, I know
I’ve met him—this charming puppeteer
The darkness crescendos around me
And engulfs me on the hour
The beautiful shadows fade from my walls
As the street lamp dims in power
I need not watch the climax
It’s a very scene that I have lived
I hum a song from the soundtrack of us
One that he once wrote for me
As I lay my head back in the pillows
And roll over lonely onto my side
I yearn for a peaceful night’s rest
Without our ghosts stealing the night
Listen to Kylie Wright read Memories:
Kylie Wright is a freshman studying psychology with hopes of earning a nursing degree and working with children. She considers writing is as a hobby in addition to playing softball, playing instruments and reading.