Some were between the shadows and the street light is my solitutde
The dim bulb flickering like in the movies
A gust of fridget air piercing your cheeks until red
It’s a classic shot
A cell from a mysterious comic book
The women in the long black coat
Boots to her knees an angry sadness in her eyes
Gloves with no fingers, hair tied back
Just enough were a few strands loosen and fall in front of her face
She leans on a brick, scuffs her foot a bit then reaches for her pocket
Keeping her face just enough in the shadows
Pulls out a cigarette
A strong kind
Not classy
Not one of those long skinny ones
A regular menthol and lights it
For a split second you get a glimps of her face as the match strikes the pad
It wasn’t enough She doesn’t want company tonight so she went for a walk
There’s really no were to go so she leads the same path
Finds her normal spot just outside of the street lamps stare
The shadows console her
The wind relaxes her
The darkness protects her
And the cigarette well the cigarette just fits the sceene
Dose it matter what shes thinking
Probably not
But then who cares much for the silent types
I envy her
Only in my deepest dreams
My longer nights do I become her
She is the figment I hold so dear
She is the dark one I wanted to so become
The loner
The strong one
The watcher of shadows in the yellow plastic light man has washed over night
The sad yet peaceful Confident shade of grey
Playing with the spiders and singing to the bats
Being content with the tear in her sleeve
And the trip in her step
Refraining from outbursts
Containing all she fears and yet
Controlling the emotions
And at last but still there
A confident beauty that makes you look twice when she smiles
Today ill dream of shadows and her
Tonight ill stand under the street light and find my seclusion …
© Anafia .......