Meet Me At The Park
I search the wind for traces of you.
Hoping you’ll get lost in a breeze.
Under this midnight sky let me feel you.
I fear I have become so vacant and hollow.
Alone never did look good on me.
Always adhering to a strict schedule.
Walking our neighborhood tonight.
Starring at the stars I contemplate a truce.
Because hell is walking along side your ghost.
All alone still hoping that some evening,
I will catch your scent; pick you from the grass,
and wear you in my hair like a hot summer