Romance

(Sitting on the bleachers at sunset during Brandon and
 Mary's reception)

Little league baseball field summertime air
smells as it used to when I stood and stared
longing for sunset to finally reveal
one I thought sun's final set wouldn't steal.

I've stood a hundredfold times in a park,
waiting for you as horizons grew dark,
while you sat reading or acted in plays,
I, waiting here, wondered at your delay.

My Dad would tuck me in night and again.
He never asked me to say where I'd been.
He saw my longing eyes. He knew my heart.
He saw the end I would find in the dark.

Stars used to sing "her". Now they sing you.
Finally a name has been fit to their tune.
Sunsets have endings, and so will my heart.
I found what I sought for most in the dark.



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