Black/White

She was the colour of the sky.
I felt her touch
as she floated away
and I took a breath

then forgot her name.

She came to haunt me,
with her gentle eyes,
charcoal against her halo.
She said nothing to me.
She stood in the corner
and gave a butterfly smile.
Happy as the flowers
when spring  pushes through.

She did nothing to haunt me
but she was there, in the corner.
Waiting for me to admit wrong.
Stab myself in the back and breathe
the air that would soon become jaded.

So I let her stay there,
in the corner of my mind,
until I could no longer -

I exorcised her with a soft song,
a whispering of what went wrong
and how I left behind a child
who patched the sun for me.
I was a child who knew better
and she was a child
that knew.