I sit in the park, waiting
Patience slowly fading
Nerves start grating
Almost begin praying

Why am I here?
Anything to fear?
It ended long ago
Lost her to my foe

November mist
Chilly for a tryst
This is where we kissed
Where we left pissed

A couple passes by
I smile sadly and mouth, “hi”
This is their time
Some love never dies

Finally she arrives
With moonlight in her eyes
Want my own to dry
Jesus, I could die

A warm embrace
As we face
Filled with grace
This holy space

We sit and talk
Sometimes balk
Occasionally gawk
No move to walk

The boom comes down
Heard all over town
A wedding gown
A stupid clown

That’s it for me
Enough of thee
I glance at a tree
Right before I flee


I get up, plunge my hands into my leather jacket, and vanish into the fog, becoming one with the night…

Yoni Assis

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-with-the-night-a-park-scene/