A low day..

I guess we all have them... i don't have a lot to say today so i will let my poetry say the words.... catch you tomorrow



He sits there
eyes as blank as his only companion: the empty sky
his hands trace the carved wooden inscriptions,
of loves come and gone,
upon the old and withered bench.

He scans the horizon
coffee shades that merge seamlessly
for some sign; a symbol
although he is no longer sure of what
something to soothe the loneliness that eats away at him.

Seconds drip into minutes fall into hours
still his lone figure remains a sad silhouette
alone with the sky
waiting for love to take him home.