Sitting by the lake on an October evening
I am alone on a park bench.
My thoughts are dancing around me in a swirl
Across the gold-rimmed water
From the setting sun.
What is the man sitting on the grass writing so furiously about
In his little brown notebook?
And does the boy who just ran past me think I’m as cute
As I thought he was?
How many years have the forty-something couple that just took a selfie
I want to travel and swim in the Mediterranean Sea,
Dance in Barcelona with a boy who has dark brown hair
And eyes that scream mystery and
I want to fall in love
And get a puppy.
Have a garden with vegetables
And flowers on my coffee table.
I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up
But I’m supposed to have it all figured out.
I want to write and draw
And learn sign language
And teach English in a foreign country.
Caught between being an adult
And bills to pay
And the need for freedom
And a little girl who is just
The sun is setting
And its growing colder.
My pink mittens
Which is funny,
Because it’s something I am trying to hold on to
But want so badly to leave me at the same time.
I am walking back home.
The sun is gone, the street lights are leading my way
Down the dim street in front of me.
It’s cold and I just want someone to be holding my hand.
I am alone.