Forgotten
I hang up the phone
Tears stream down my cheeks
I get into the car
Unemotional, unreal
The lights are just patches of color
I can't even think about the road
It starts a light even drizzle
The sky gradually growing darker
I pull into the rundown parking lot
Under the sweet smelling pine tree
I step out of my car
Lifeless, like a zombie
And onto the wet grass of the forgotten park
The rain at a steady fall now
Weighing down my frizzing hair
Under my old and fraying hat
Approaching the algae covered lake
I hear the croak of the frogs
And pitter patter of rain on the water
My shoes slosh with each step
The bottoms of my worn jeans are muddy
My earthy colored shirt glued onto my body
And I sit between the pine trees
On a soft bed of pine needles
Just beside the little pond
Rain coating me through and through
A blanket of fog falls about waste height
The mascara that was caked on my face
Is swept away by the gentle rain
And as I lay my head against the trunk of the tree
I forget about why I came here
And slip into a deep sleep...
To be continued...
Copyright © Jen H. | Year Posted 2009
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