Alone in the Park

Here sit I on empty bench 

waiting for joy to find me. 

Adorned with lonely hours I've spent, 

my face reflects time's agony. 

It matters not, the sky, calm blue, 

the clouds soft slipping by, 

the sun, so shy, keeps peeping through 

to fade through teary eyes. 

Where are you now who promised me 

true, real love to the end? 

I look, I wait, I turn to see, 

but nowhere is my friend. 

 So here sit I in this empty world, 

forsaken, forgotten, forlorn, 

Trying to forgive your fateful words 

of faithful passion gone. 

I grieve, I weep, I yearn for sleep, 

but time just rolls on by 

Until the numbness o'er me creeps. 

No more tears left to cry. 

 -P.S. Colley~

c. 2012