‘Here’ is a little story of how I came to be.

Late at night and quick as lightning:

6 May 2024

Your Lonely…

She came dressed in a robe of such shimmering colors–

look at the state of my arms’ little hairs!

No one reminds me so much of my mother–

her noble regard as she strode down the stairs–

and then she gazed over her shoulder at someone

about to materialize. I grew faint.

I too am so like an angel, I shimmer–

but I am no angel; I’m your lonely haint.