I walk alone on a deserted county
Back road deep in my own thoughts.
The trees limbs are bare of green
As an evening fog starts to form.
I arrived at the scene,
the scene that I dread.
I see the girl playing on
The Hollow Creek Bridge.
I recognize her at once
For it is my daughter
Standing on the railing.
I hear the railing cracking,
splintering, starting to give way.
I do not cry out to her? No.
For I know about apparitions,
Illusions and phantasms of the night
That happen since then.
For it is the one year anniversary.