Mystery Obsession

Flashing red, yellow, green the neon lights illuminated the silky soft skin of her face
Dressed in high top black boots, a maroon coat with a collar of white lace
At dusk every Wednesday she stood in the shadow of the building made of stone
Looking forlornly at the entrance to the train station seeming so sad and alone

Every Wednesday at dusk, I looked out my window hoping her beautiful face I would see
Even took a walk past her by the building made of stone to satisfy my curiosity
She looked straight through me as if I was not there
Even after I smiled and said hello, all I got was a blank stare

I was intrigued if she was mourning the loss of someone who died on the train
Or for the return of a lover, she was hoping wishing for in vain
Wait! Tonight in her demeanor there is a change
More energy in her movements, a slight smile on her lips so strange

Suddenly, she bolted across the street when into her body a car plowed
Time stopped! Her body lay lifeless, silence hung in the air like a cloud
She seemed to have been running towards the incoming train
When she was hit by a fast moving car leaving on the road her blood stain

She haunted my every thought.  Who was she? She had no ID in her possession
Who was she, why, I could have been her friend? Why, why was my unrelenting question
At dusk every Wednesday I had to retrace her steps in the shadow of the building made of stone
I wanted to sense her spirit, see what she saw, feel her sadness in my soul all alone

Who was she, why? I had no answers. I could get no peace
Maybe, I could have helped her, loved her, will this madness ever cease
My every thought is of her I want to escape this deep dark well
Here is my chance!  I see the light. I will run to the light to escape my hell

The car with the bright lights seemed to come from nowhere
Life gradually seeping out of my body in the cold silence of this nightmare
My answer came, but came too late
I could see the silky skin of her face as she whispered you have met your fate

It was all an illusion you now know
Obsession imprisoned us to a place we did not mean to go


10/7/2018
Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings | contest

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