You’ve always been out there beyond the mists of where I could see
You were the one that slowed traffic
Hiding behind the crest of Del Mar Heights hill and
Every wide sweeping curve of every highway
Eyes in the dark
Footsteps in the hallway
I tracked you to your birthplace
Where you changed me
I came with my sword but you’re not there anymore
Not a ghost or even an echo
Just some broken concrete in a wide sea of grass
I won’t miss you
Day Fourteen: To Whom It May Concern
Today’s Prompt: Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration.
The book : What Happened Here by Bonnie ZoBell the word on page 29: monster
Today’s twist: write the post in the form of a letter.