Mistaken Road

the dry petals of forgotten flowers

and the musky dust from the dark street

mix with the wind and swirl,

under street lamps on an isolated road

the calm, serene night is bittersweet,

a girl walks onto the path

stands not far from the light

yet far enough not to be seen,

pulls out her key to death

and falls softly to the ground

then slowly, her soul rises

to join the whispers

of the petals and dust in the wind