A Very Familiar Stranger - Deceased

As I try to tell this story my skin’s no longer tight

As if it wants to leave and get away from me

But I’ve lived through this night of fright

And found real signs of other life

In disbelief I’ll tell you what I’ve seen…

It started out as simply normal driving in my car

Taking in the world and marveling the stars above

When a woman out of nowhere appeared to be in need

So I stopped to reach a helpful friendly hand

But something wasn’t right!

She wouldn’t speak at all but I felt this urge to help her

As I told the girl to please get in my car

She looked on the verge of death pure white and freezing cold

So I placed my coat around her fragile arms

In a couple minutes time her face showed signs of life

She finally spoke and asked to take her home

She gave to me an address I assured her to relax

For in minute’s time she’d be there safe and warm

As I came across her cottage my hitchhiker was home

She thanked me so and walked up through the door

As I turned to pull away I remembered of my jacket

She wore it as she struggled to stay warm

I left my car and rang the bell thinking she’d be waiting

Instead I got the mother of my girl

She said that she’d been waiting and not to say a word

And down a narrow hall she took my hand and led the way

We stopped in a tiny room that looked as if un-lived

All around sat pictures of my stranger’s face

But the borders they were black the signature of death

She informed me that my passenger was dead

I didn’t believe a word she was sitting right beside me

Only minutes back riding in my car

She took my hand and led me back outside and through a gate

To a private cemetery in the yard

On a grave there sat a picture of my unexpected guest

From the grave I learned she died some time ago

She said in stranger’s cars her daughter finds a ride

For an accident had brought her to the ground

And every night she comes home to please her lonely mother

It’s an instinct from the time she spent on earth

But she is gone she assured me death had come

And this ghostly image was living on in my mind

I told her to cherish her spirit

She just sat and cried at the grave

I told her to cherish her spirit

She just sat and cried at the grave

In the cold she was in mourning at the passing of her child

So I felt the need to leave and let her be

But I stopped to quickly question who was my freezing stranger?

She was the perfect image of the girl

As I turned to leave the madness I caught a flash of something

It was sticking out from underneath the grave

In a shocking revelation I became at one with death

As instantly I learned the woman spoke the truth

For in the grave before me my jacket in the ground

The one I gave my stranger on this night, this very night!

She was my stranger, yet she was dead, familiar stranger