The Girl on the 44th Floor

October 13, 2017

I lay my back against these doors

And crack my bones upon the decors

I wait and sigh and listen to encore

I wait and wait for the girl on the 44th floor

I ride these elevators up and down

I sift silently from town to town

But away from stairs so often climbed

Away from the place I often claimed mine

I realize there is no sense of time

And I witness my sorrows reach their prime

My battered fingers melt and twist like taffy

They sweeten and bitter for those that will have me

My troubles are stacked and tower like buildings

And I enter these places unknowing and unwilling

And I still wait for that girl, vibrant yet pale beauty

I still take my time to find her, knowing that she'll choose me

Oh how I long for the girl on the 44th floor

And my longing shall be forever more

On broken breaths and smooth whispers sighed

I keep these promises, bloodied and dyed

Violet and crimson stunning with wrath

Soot and Prussian blue layered on my path

Now my wait is over as I now realize

I sought out an intangible prize

I gasp in awe and break down these doors

For I am the girl on the 44th floor

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