“The Lady In Black”

One, two,
three, four.
I count her steps
from the door.

It’s one of the days
she does appear,
so far and few
I have come to fear.

Five, six,
seven, eight.
She’s a predator
while we’re the bait.

Long dark hair,
shadows in her eyes,
that pretty smile
attracting all the guys.

Nine, ten,
eleven reasons why
we all choose to ignore
that sadness in her eye.

Everyone wants
what they never had.
She a good mystery,
riddling us bad.

Twelve, thirteen.
We all wish for this,
that she’d just pick one
of us to kiss.

But she never does.
While others wear white
she’s always in black
and braced for a fight.

The Lady in Black,
a prey turned predat-or,
her posture straight
an enticing, deadly lure.

Someone much too good
than the rest of us stands apart,
she deserves someone better
to heal her broken heart.

Photo by Jelle van Leest on Unsplash

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