The Gentlest Stalker
The past is a quiet stalker.
It walks beside you in the supermarket.
A breath.
A faint chill as you reach for peaches.
It sits beside you,
a silhouette you never quite see, but always feel.
It’s the ghost of who you were,
keeping pace with who you are.
Written for Microdosing: 50µg “stalker” on Substack. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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