Steps
Behind her, footsteps follow, or is it just a trick!
She steps down from the bus, the city dark and cold, Soft rain falling, wets the ground, the silence taking hold. She pulls her scarf around her neck, umbrella overhead and walks off down the alley, looking forward to her bed.Behind her, footsteps follow or is it just a trick, Echoes from the walls, rebounding from the bricks. Her feet move faster, stepping out, but still she hears the sound, The footsteps keeping up with...