The Great Escape

Having seen evil,
spent an hour or more
in the same room
with him -
or it - 
the hairs on the back
of my neck stood up...
I felt both a strong urge
to wipe his image
from my mind,
so as to go back to a life
of having never seen
or known
or been exposed
to Evil
and at the same time
I felt an obligation
to destroy him
as if that was my duty
to protect
all whom he
might otherwise come to harm...

Isn't that what I owed
one of his victims?
I could still hear her words
and probably always would,
"Are you just going to let him
get away with it?"
His words echoed through time.
He said, she had disrespected him
and for that she knew she would have
to escape
in the daylight.
 

So she boarded a train
the next day,
for a state 
up north,
from where she had come.

Now I know,
many years later,
that he cannot be destroyed
and I just want to forget him,
forget his name,
act as if I never met him...
no, act as if I never knew
he existed.