Haunted - Natalia Shea
poem read by Timothy Arliss OBrien
Haunted
Natalie Shea
Bright eyes laughing.
Sharing secrets behind hands.
Then nothing.
Calls and messages left unreturned.
You’ve become a ghost
And I am haunted.
My thoughts dart
Here
And
There
Like water droplets
Glistening on a spider’s web.
I can’t let it go.
It is a sore
I can’t stop picking.
The wondering.
The not knowing.
Did I do something?
Was something said
That you believed?
Though I may be guilty
I can’t defend myself
If I don’t know.
Natalia Shea is a mother, artist, and author with a Bachelor of Science in Art Education from CSU in 2007, and a Master’s in English and Creative Writing from SNHU in 2024.
@natalie_shea13