So Wrong, Yet Felt So Right.
Knowing that it is true
doesn’t always make it right.
That night I was close to you.
I was holding you real tight.
It was a night I will never forget.
I keep flashing back to that time.
It was too frightening —–I regret.
Yet, I knew, for awhile, you were mine.
It was storming and we were alone.
Trapped in a building with no escape.
A psychotic killer on the roam.
Letting him see us, was a mistake.
You belonged to another then.
How we ended up here is a long story.
It all happened,—– so why pretend?
At least it didn’t end up gory.
The killer was after us, without a doubt.
We witnessed what he did to that girl.
Then,—– you began to shout.
He faced us, his fist began to curl.
We ran like we never had before.
He was hot on our trail wanting our blood.
We hid in this building after breaking in the door.
He kicked the door in further with a thud.
We were hiding behind a bunch of boxes.
You were clinging to me very tight.
He went by & we snuck out like foxes.
Being careful to stay out of the light.
We ran & ran till we dropped.
Much too tired to go on.
The comfort of each other, we sought.
It still sticks in my mind—– like a song.
We found a pay phone and called the police.
They came quickly and took us to the station.
We told our story before our release.
First, we looked at mug shots, to try and place him.
Weeks later, the killer was caught.
We felt lucky to have gotten away that night.
Still,—– I have not forgot
what happened between us that felt so right.
It may be the truth, but it doesn’t make it right.
You belong to another and so it will be.
Just two ships passing in the night.
Yet, it will always be a special moment for me.–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)