A Code, and then something

He could see it clear,
And stood confused,
Meaning?
He could get it clear,
as though words were being shouted aloud

It was a sign,
Of something gone wrong
Years later, he still recognized
The tattered, red dotted scarf

Time had left it untouched
As it remained tied to the window
Of that old run-down house
Standing the lone witness to the past gore

He had heard all about it,
The natives were only happy to gossip
and tell him tales
about the poor wretched girl who had lived there

She had lived all alone, with her child
after the untimely death of her parents,
and then disaster struck,
as her child too was taken away

She waited, all the time after
Sitting by the same window,
looking out, searching
As though help was on its way

And before long, she succumbed
to a broken heart , but still not before
tying up the red piece of cloth
some message to a certain someone

And the rest of the story wasn't very clear
He dint care about anything else
He knew now what he wanted to know,
And as he stood up looking at the scarf
He remembered the day he had gifted it to her

And the time he had left,
promising to return, soon
But now, it was all gone,
except the memories

He turned away,
on his way back,
A stranger to himself,
just the scarf remaining in his memory
forever long, forever after...