There is a reason I came out here.
A reason, why now.
This day, this time.
A memory of you.
A physical reminder.
This gentleman wearing a cap.
The people we meet are for a reason.
The air noticeably cools now I am sitting here alone.
It was hot a few moments ago,
The sun’s rays burning through my jeans.
Perhaps this too, is a sign.
A sign that this was enough.
A sign to say, ‘It is time now. You can go.’
It’s like they were the sun,
and I’m afraid of the dark
It is difficult to see you as anything less than a positive light,
Even when you aren’t feeling quite right,
Everything is temporary,
You just gotta get through it.