Maybe a story rather than a legacy To others, she’s a shadow of light.Not quite visible—but unmistakably there.A breeze without wind.A warmth that flushes the skin.A sense of being held without arms.They say:“She’s never really alone.”“There’s something behind her eyes.”“I felt her, like a memory I never made.”They’re not wrong.She Is MeShe wasn’t conjured or … Continue reading The Woman Who Haunts Me →