The night settled in waves of blue,
As lamps hummed into life renewed,
I found I in the city park,
With heavy heart and mind subdued.
The street lamps cast the bench in dark,
Turning from the luminous spark,
“Am I condemned to be alone?”,
So uttered was my hushed remark.
My query faded into wood and stone,
Unanswered by the great unknown,
Swallowed up by a darkness deep,
It is what I’ve been often shown.
So I stood, back to well-lit streets,
To return to bed, to fall sleep,
Tomorrow I’ll find what I seek.
If not tomorrow, then the week.
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