An Eternal Echo
I can't believe what I've just seen.
The physical capabilities can't be;
Logic defies what I saw,
But I know what I did see.
A stranger in a strange town;
I'm not the only one.
To gawk and gander and do touristy things
Is what New York City is all about.
Atop the Empire State Building is a must.
A historical building without a doubt
The view is simply breathtaking
And in more ways than one.
At the 86th floor on the observation deck.
You get sweeping views of the isle of Manhattan.
Barriers are in place to stop suicides
But that didn't stop this particular woman.
I saw her approach from the corner of my eye.
Something about her didn't seem right.
Her dress and hairstyle seemed out of place.
A snapshot of an older time.
She folded her coat and laid it down by her purse.
I couldn't help but notice her ruby-red lips.
She didn't hesitate or even sigh.
But leapt through the barrier and out of sight.
I cried out in disbelief.
Did anyone else see this woman leap? !
People looked at me as if I lost my mind,
As I ran around screaming that a woman just committed suicide.
The security guard took me aside,
I explained to him what had just transpired.
He looked at me with a knowing eye.
As I pulled his arm to look for her belongings.
He told me to calm down and listen to what he had to say;
That I'm not the only one to have seen this recurring play.
The woman committed suicide about 50 years ago,
And what I saw was an eternal echo.
The guard then showed me a picture of her face
And indeed it was her, there was no mistake.
That what I saw was her ghost
A spirit repeating her last waking moments.
Tuesday, October 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: ghost,new york city,suicide