It was to her an aberration
The man skipping blithely 'round the grave
But his ebullience wasn't her real source of mystification
Rather, twas why the man wasn't saved
It said on the grave
That sealed a life away for the rest of time
That the man had felt quite lonely, taking comfort only
In the naivety of all others who didn't know what was going on
And when they did, they didn't know why
Their ignorance is bliss and trapped forever
Knowledge impregnable for eternity
Their almalgam of confusion, wanting answers
Set never to be resolved.
The girl went home after walking by the grave site
(She was walking aimlessly, wandering, when she passed it.)
She read in the paper about how the man also liked to wander
And wondered what it would've been like to wander with him
For the man never wandered with anyone
So often, terribly often, he would run
Alone
You should've seen him as he was
Peculiar as he was
With his puzzling ways of fidgeting and maneuvering about things
Knowing what you know now, it would be ineluctable
For you to ask him what's on his mind
And what could possibly be able
To, after years of him seeming so quiet and normal, cross over the line?
No one would ever know
Or see the phenomenon again that was he
Who knows what would've been his next opportunity?
Imagine the bounds of his final destiny.
Or maybe it wouldn't have been anything spectacular at all
Things would be mundane and would stall
After all, no one took great interest and effort to investigate him while he was living
Then dead, and now all want to see,
Seeing nothing when he's gone
They just missed him
And so did the girl
Who so very much wished to not wander alone that night
Darkness in sight
What was gone was entire life, nonexistent as if twas never there
Who knows what could've happened on that night?
Perhaps nothing at all.
