RUNAWAY

Walking through the exit door
I met the most amazing girl
Swore I’d seen her face before
A poster child for the world

I asked her, “Didn’t I know you when?”
It sounded somewhat like a line
She said, “No need to worry friend,”
I get that question all the time

I asked her, “Where do you come from?”
She said, “I really do not know…
I like to travel here and there,
It seems I’m always on the road.”

She looked just like a runaway
A face found on a Walmart wall
Was she a missing person now?
So strange the facts as I recall

She said, “Do you remember friend?
You used to know me way back when,”
Then smiled and winked, repeating back,
My own words to me once again.

She said, “The future is a demon
and present tense will never last.”
Then softly spoke as if a joke,
remembering her journies past…

“My face was on a milk box once,
I can’t recall how many hours.”
It’s funny how words make us sick
when conversation quickly sours.

The face I see is her’s I’m sure
but something still
is just not right,
It could be clouds inside my mind,
or just a trick of memory light.

She said, “I lived in London Town
but it was cold and often damp,
Then made my way back to the states
upon a sticky postage stamp.”

I said, “I thought I saw you on
reality TV?”
She said, “You are mistaken friend,
I deal in only fantasy.”

She spent years upon a billboard
on a highway in my mind,
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS FACE BEFORE?
A picture locked in time.

I met the most amazing girl
was somewhere in my dreams
Walking through my memory
at least that’s how it seems.

She tells me we were lovers once
Forever and a day
Promises she’s coming home
But then she runs away

TM DiSarro

©2022 TM DiSarro / MindScapes Publishing

From the book:

EVERY WICKED BIRD

http://mybook.to/EVERYWICKEDBIRD

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