highway (Photo credit: scot63us)
A scratched message on a dirty mirror
In this rest room of this station
Spoke of coldness, spoke of mystery
And some deeper, dark elation
‘Come and join me’ it has whispered
‘Come and see me, come and play’
But I’m teetering on the verge now
Of this forsaken lost highway
Nameless girl’s sweet invitation
In what fabled year and day?
Was she in love, infatuation
Was something deeper on display?
All the promise of a beckoning
In this dark, dank, brittle place
Her lost highway just a beacon
But she’s floating out in space
And of what it was she found here
There is nothing, not a trace….
© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
excellent poem…loved every line.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Reminds me of the time I went into the men’s room at LaGuardia airport and “Hi Sweetie” was written on the mirror in lipstick. Couldn’t help but wonder for whom the message was written. I will confess. at the time I had wished it was for me. So well done Helen.
Thanks John! 🙂 🙂
This is great Sis! 😉
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Gorgeous Helen you write so naturalyl in rhyme
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
Well done, Sis!! 🙂 xxxxx
Thank you!! 🙂
you are so talented! love it!
Thank you, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂