The Floating Girl

I know you can’t remember
But we met on a dark and stormy night
Somewhere in the wilds of Georgia

I almost hit you with my car
But managed to stop in time

You were hovering over the pavement
about four or five feet off the ground
You’re eyes were closed

I called for help
Afraid to touch you
I didn’t know what to do
So I held you

You were so cold
and there was this electric feeling on my skin
where we touched

The ambulance guys got you
and took you here. . .

At the desk they asked your name
I pretended I knew

I told them your name was Hope

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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