tonight i could
walk out of this house
and never be seen again.
i could become, or already have become,
a ghost...a wandering mist,
the air will swallow me,
and i will be
Posted on 11/02/2009Copyright © 2023 Vikki Owens
"or already have become" - this is the key line to me, and it brings such a sadness to this. That last stanza is lovely.