“I see myself walking through that door once again.
Lazily dragging myself through the marbled floor into the lawn.
Stretching my body to the last inch,
And allowing the cool breeze flow through my skin.
I hear my name echoing through that hall.
The mischievous me turning a deaf ear to the call.
I hide behind the door as the footsteps approach
But the hiding is in vain because she already knows.”