Marilyn sits in the dimming glow,
Her presence felt in silent flow,
Nineteen years, and shadows deep,
Secrets in her dark eyes keep.
He watches from a distant place,
Captivated by her grace,
Her curly hair like night unfurled,
The most beautiful girl in his world.
He gathers courage, steps in close,
Wonders if she’s more than a ghost,
"Hello," he starts, voice gentle, shy,
Hoping to bring light to her sky.
Marilyn turns, her gaze a sea,
Polite, yet far as one could be,
"Hi," she replies, her voice so sweet,
But void of joy, of life's heartbeat.
He speaks of work, of common ground,
Her responses soft, without a sound,
Emotions absent, just a trace,
Of courtesy in her pale face.
He wishes to bridge the chasm wide,
To know the girl she hides inside,
"Pity," he thinks, "can’t be the key,
To open doors for her and me."
"Would you like to grab a bite?"
He ventures, hoping to ignite,
A spark within her lifeless eyes,
To see her smile, to hear her sighs.
Marilyn nods, her agreement slow,
A step towards where he’d like to go,
Yet still, she’s wrapped in sorrow’s veil,
A fragile ship in life’s harsh gale.
He dreams of laughter, shared delight,
Of breaking through her endless night,
For in her beauty, he can see,
A glimpse of who she used to be.
As days pass by, he doesn't cease,
In gentle efforts to bring her peace,
He longs to see her spirit rise,
To light the stars within her eyes.
Though Marilyn’s path is hers alone,
He hopes she’ll find the strength to own,
A future free from past’s cruel chains,
And smile through the lingering pains.
