I took a stroll on paths we walked

Stopping now and again to stare

They have added some bunnies

And colourful birds and ducks

But the duck I searched for

Was not there.

That duck was never here

This pond was never her home

But try explaining that to a girl

Who somehow, magically

Wishes that pigs had wings

And you’re not gone.

I walked with a friend I met on route

Talking, breathing, matching pace

adding count to steps that are done.

Yet, I was alone among those ghosts

Of living strangers, not one

As real as you.