#238
The Empty Schoolyard
for mk
We'd made a date to meet at 4
At our grade school playground.
I was late when I arrived;
She I found nowhere around,
That latent summer Saturday.
The old brick school was silent,
Its windows blank and dark:
The monkey bars, the ocean wave,
The row of swings with gentle sway,
And she I found nowhere around
On that summer Saturday.
Eventually I left for home,
Two lonely blocks in disrepair;
The emptiness I left behind--
Not really though, for it's still there,
From that summer Saturday.