Para's Ponderings

It’s 2AM. I drive alone

Streets are empty, roads are closed

Vacant seat next to me

I park on the side of the road, turn off my lights and cry a l o n e .

Just yesterday I imagined this vividly with you beside me.

I’d drive you to the dinosaur park, we’d sit on the round swing

There’s a flying fox – maybe I’d push you.

Covered in the light of darkness, there’s so much more we could do.

But I’m parked there alone. And you’re at your home – or maybe you’re with someone else, how would I ever know?

I know one thing, and it’s that nothing feels right unless it’s with you