adeline

As I sat there on the old bench, looking out onto the river, the chilled air passed me by and flowed ever so softly through my hair, then whispered in my ear a tiny secret. It taunted me to come out and play, but just sat there I did, watching the beautiful lights dance on the ripples of the water. In the background was an old drunken homeless man singing to the radio, thinking to myself that I was homeless too in someways. Wishing that someone else was here to sit beside me, to whisper in my ear, instead of the cold, brisk, lonely wind. I got up and walked a little looking out for the moon that didn't show its face that night. I stopped as a couple dangerously touching one another stood next to me, flaunting on pupose their lust and affection for each other. I watched, then walked away, sat back down onto the bench and made a wish. That one day I wouldn't be alone, that I wouldn't have to be reminded of the things I've lost along the way, that I'll breath the fresh air of the soul that is my mate, that I'll have a partner once again on this bench to hold me tight, to keep me warm. Until then I'll look beside me and let my imagination run free. As I get back up on my feet, walk on the crooked path of life and love, not wondering, not worrying, just living..