The Visitor

Broken nib,

Stolen pencils,

Sneaking chocolates,

Screams for ice creams,

These were all

The troubles she knew.

Until that day,

When he came.

Her dad’s dear friend,

He did things new.

It was unlike,

The warmth she knew.

She cried for reasons,

None understood.

Had those fevers,

No drugs cured.

Mighty nightmares,

Hugs couldn’t help.

‘Ghost, he must be!’,

She told herself.

All she knew was,

She should hide…

Every time,

A visitor came.