Roosevelt Park

I am here
waiting for you,
as you have for me
many times before.

Unwilling
to see you,

I have passed
a thousand churches,
heard not a single bell.

I could have read the story
but refused to open my eyes.

Here I am trying to chase away
the last moments of this day.

In my failure to let you know
I Love You,
as if I could stop minutes from passing,
hanging them on a nail.

Lost and alone in Roosevelt park
roses clutched so hard
through tissue paper pricked by thorns
changing the color in my hands.

You have flown away
in that sunset,
somewhere you cannot hear me.

Listen for me pleading
I will be here waiting for you.

Lost in Roosevelt park
If tomorrow you should return to me,
somewhere in this day.