WALK DOWN

Its a walk down,

The memory lane,

I’m going to see the house

I lived through summer and rain.

The house is was destroyed,

I know that,

A great fire burned and burned,

The whole area flat.

Only a few buildings survived the fire,

My being among them,

It was so, because,

It happened to be at the end of the lane.

I remember how I used to walk this way

How I’m walking now,

I remember how I used to stop this way,

How I’m stopping now.

I used to look up, at the first floor,

Searching for the pretty girl’s eyes,

I used to find them then,

Looking right into mine.

I used to stand and gaze at her,

Stopping time and tide,

She used to wave her pretty wave,

And smile her pretty smile.

I look up at the first floor now,

An old habit of mine,

I see the same pretty eyes, and,

I see the same pretty smile.

Confused, I look up again,

Breathing in sharply,

I see the girl I used to see,

Standing in the same window, smiling happily.

I look into her empty eyes,

I see her empty wave,

I understand whats going on,

I suddenly turn away.

The fire, the death, the horror,

It all comes back to me now,

How I escaped, she did not,

I remember it all now.

They took all the bodies away,

Every last one of them,

But I know the spirits never went away,

I know she is one of them.

I quickened my pace,

I ignored her call,

I ran over burned roads,

I jumped over charred walls.

I vowed never to go back,

Promised myself, crossed my heart,

But, i knew, and I was sure that nothing would ever,

Keep us two ghosts apart.

-K4VI