the new girl

she's back. no-one knows where she's been. just that she is back. and somehow new. no-one remembers her from before. that's what makes her new, somehow. she simply appeared. you notice her in the hallway, you find her on your doorstep; she hangs around the moon, sits under trees. she pops up everywhere, but without yelling 'surprise'. more like inside laughter. you wonder why you're not afraid of her, and if you should be. then again, no-one fears what is fresh. and she is that. and so new, she is untouchable.