The Park In The Dark

Tonight, I walked home.



Tonight, I stopped at Old City Park.



Tonight, I sat where we spoke our vows.



I sat in the dark, my pants, my shirt, my tattoos blending perfectly with the night-dark grass where we once stood.



I sat, seeing only a distant streetlight and my hands clasped before me.



And I felt...



Imagine the step-father whos discipline consisted only of tequila and a belt.



I could have felt that.



But I didn't...



Imagine the rednecks who raped you after the Sadie Hawkins kegger.



I could have felt that.



But I didn't...



Imagine your only child chasing her soccer ball into the street and getting hit by a drunk.



I could have felt that.



But I didn't...



I sat, my back against the rock we had stood before and felt...



Imagine a freshly washed vase.



Imagine a forgotten balloon sagging in the corner.



Imagine a crushed beer can.



Imagine a derelict vehicle on the roadside.



Tonight, I felt the early morning dew soaking through my pants, and nothing else.



Tonight, I was empty.



Tonight, I was more alone than I ever have been.



Tonight, I stood, lit a cigarette, and left that place behind.