Mystery Girl

In my dreams, she has cherry-red hair to match her lip stain.

She is calm, collected, and just the right amount of playful.

She walks with confidence and undertones of grace.

I could write about her, whoever she is, for the rest of my days.

She feels so real to me but she is just another character.

Another character in a story, a side-quest to the main game.

Will I spend the next 44 years of my life as a backseat driver?

I feel like an extra in this play called life.

I would gladly sit in the back seat of her car.

One might wonder if this character is a protagonist.

A good girl, a bad girl, or a neutral wanderer?

If I saw her in front of me, I think I might say:

“Baby, you can be whoever you want.

I’ve always thought of you since before we met.

You’re a flame and I’m the forest you overtook.”