She Carried Red Roses

I recall the story I was told when so young Of a girl so beautiful, her life barely begun She was all but fifteen on her way home from school Taken at will by a crazy mountain fool She disappeared, assuming they both went to ground There was many a search, she never was found Days passed, and weeks into years As our community moved on, only her family shed tears Then came the day when my story was retold Inside my mind my memories to unfold In another town far away from the past Across the street my eyes did cast For I spotted a young lady, with her father I presumed But something clicked as my past was resumed Thinking back to the reports and the newspaper clips She always carried red roses as they matched her red lips Is that her, that fifteen year old girl Across the road living a different world Do I intervene or lets things be Is she the girl from my past I see http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-4.php