The Mystery Man
By: R.E. Carmine
What are you that smiles at me from across the field of sunshine and flowers?
What are you that whispers my name in the wind?
What are you that stills the heart within?
Are you the one who kills the roses and blackens up the sky?
Are you the one who torments me, laughing in my dreams?
Are you the one who sees - me?
I think I know you - we've met somewhere before,
On the corner of Heart Sleeve and Misery Bore.
Yes, it is you who slammed into me with your face concealed.
You who have stalked me that day forward, face never revealed.
I do not know your name, sir, or from whence you came,
But I do know this, sir, I can no longer play your game.
Either come to me and burn me,
Or come to me and spark a flame!
I am tired of this back and forth, this pendulum on a swing.
With you I can not be myself, it is so paralyzing.
I am always on the lookout, trying to be ahead.
Fearing you'll catch me looking,
And I'll fall for you instead.