He Never Shook My Hand - Part 2

I stepped out into the autumn rain, Took a deep breath, Pulled my coat around my ears, And started on my way home. The street was full of people, Hurrying about, Trying to get home, I made my way through the crowd. I decided that what happened at the bar, Was nothing, A waking dream, In an instant I felt a hand brush against mine. Her warm hands around my throat, Small, yet oh so strong, My arms trapped within my coat, I wheeze my final song. I turn to find the stranger’s face, But she’d already gone, Vanished into the ether, Still looking, I was jolted forward. BANG! I stare, It looks back, Into my soul, The iron eye blinks again. I could still feel the pain, “Sorry.” Came a voice, From where I don’t know, Cautiously I stepped into the gutter. Water seeped into my shoes, But here was safe, My path clear, Away from the horrors on the pavement.