She sits alone in the dark
Contemplating visting a place she's been many times before
She remembers the visits all too well
Almost as if it were yesterday
The steady rush of emotions
Still audible, though faint
Still send shivers down her spine
Although she tells herself those days are long gone
There's still a glimmer of that stranger
Lingering under the surface
Hoping to catch her out when she least expects it
She's too afraid to open the door now
She's too scared of where it may lead
Although she wants to let it out
She doesn't want to live the past again
Not now
Not ever
So she leaves
With nothing more than a pen in her hand
And with words in her heart
