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