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Meet Me At The Park

Meet Me At The Park

Kelley Stephens

 

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

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