You're like some brother of mine.

Tunes in my head: May You Never by John Martyn
Atmosphere: Depressed.

There's a man at the station, who looks from upon the perch.
He sees the mermaid in the seat, encased in her shell.
Beside her is a spectre, a soulless ghoul.
The man watches, from afar. Distanced.
Alone and isolated, even when surrounded by people.
She looks at the spectre with light in her soul.
And the spectre turns away and ignores.
Still, she looks and admires.
The man wishes he could grasp her embracing touch.
And knows that he cannot.
Shall he settle for the touch of another?
Being haunted by memories of this day.
Or shall he mourn for that which can never be grasped?
Will he come back one day again, to see her and the spectre?
It follows her. Unshakeable.
And the man wants to tear her from it.
But he can't until she lets him.
And so he settles for the ones who smile and are truly ineffectual.