Eleanor

Eleanor?

The wind whispers,

No one else knows your name.

You walk again,

A stranger’s voice echoes on

Eleanor?

Glass shatters on marble tiles,

You see a silhouette from the corner of your eye.

There’s no one here.

Eleanor?

Your eyes stare back at you,

They’re a different shade of blue than what you remember.

Eleanor, is it you?

Truth is, not even you know.