Connections

I got this idea from a memory of a guy standing on the side of the road with a sign reading "I need a date for a wedding...." i took his idea and placed it with the concept of just needing to connect with someone

Connections

She stood there, a girl transparent, a vertical white line plastered against the grey
Hair hung in strands, clinging to edge of her face
She held a cardboard sign, wrinkled at grip, curling under the storm
Standing in a pedestal of discard trash, Styrofoam companions cluttered feet
Crunched cans, dismissed cigarettes, fragmented glass formed a platform

One by one, the drivers passed her lost in the blurred surroundings
Unable to focus for a moment on the girl orphaned in the rain
Hostage in the backseat, I push my face closer to the window
Eyes reached out to grab her image for a moment
Plucking her outline from the smeared background I collected her within gaze

Her dark eyes plastered to the asphalt, lips down turned
My breaths fogged up her image framing her ghostly body within mist
Raised from the grey, she rattled and body swayed, humming softly to my skin
My mother tells me to not stare and look away
Degenerates have littered the roadways and block a perfectly fine view

She was unaffected eyes planted forward to the highway
Of endless road and flowing cubicles
I can only wonder how we have become so trapped
Caged in the backseat I pushed closer to the door
Smiling, she looked through the fog and grabbed my attention

Just want someone to talk to, the sign read
Red letters swirled around my eyes while the rain beat down
Tiny hands ripping the phrase away making it into fine lines
Like the mascara flowing down her cheeks
Traffic clattered and moaned, growling and nipping at each other

Hostage in the backseat captivated by this ghost girl
I began to wonder when the world became only static
We preferred watching the bars of the television
Remain behind our doors, isolated in our cars
I began to wonder when we forgot how to stop and recognize each other

When did we become orphans lost on the freeway
Pushed within a smeared backdrop
With our gazes facing forward to a gray street, lips down turned
Expressions blank willing to ignore everything around us
I began to wonder when we became lifeless

The car pulled away as we rejoined the streamlined traffic
I turned watching as she began to fade from my view
She smiled, this girl transparent, a white line amongst the gray
I mouthed hello and waved pressing my hand to the back window
As my hand cried, she raised a hand and waved goodbye