In some abandoned hospital
I find her
Alone
I wonder
The fire in her eye
The markings on her skull
The green of dress
I love her
Or perhaps
The idea of her
Her deceased lover
I wish was I
To be so wanted
So companioned
Comfortably welcomed by her side
To please her
I would bring the gifts requested
The lives demanded
I am her worshiper
Her servant
All for the momentary grace
Of her acknowledgment
Fleeting
I know
For once she's had her fill
Of this city's offerings
She's bound to leave
Like a ghost with no destination
And I will move on
Mostly
Continuing my journey
My life
The one without her
For there never was her
She
Only momentary
I
Only a worshiper
A servant
But if our paths were to cross
Once more
The bit of me
That longs for her
Will awaken
Take over
Once more