The Girl In Maroon

I see the girl, walking a soaked street, as fallen leaves pave a path for her in a maroon skirt, talking about the boy she never did love; dreaming about the man she'll never get- as she holds close, her head starts to pop when she's done; lost again, another one, gone once more, believe me, again lost, I know. A heartbeat stills, for a moment, a heartbeat loses sight of true light, the stroke of a pen, gone-goodnight... She, the girl in maroon, walks again, stumbling and lost to her car, light a cigarette and watch her get lost, that girl in the maroon, she jumps in, with a twist of hand and touch of a key to the ignition, she lights up and drives away... lost, gone, forgotten, goodnight. .6.1.2014.