Park

I'm searching
for
proof of life
a signal
sign
that somewhere beyond this reality
is another.one that was ours

when we lazed in parks
hand in hand
sauntering through summer's heat
and shifting seasons...
parked in pleasure gardens
under autumn's leaves
crisp air growing cooler
time ticking to
winters blast...
when
a new year brought
breakfast in bed
and love sprints down highway 81
we feasted on love
trapped and tangled under our covers
where markers bled into mattresses
concealing
a starving hunger
that lurked into
spring
and without notice
the self sabotage was seeping into summer...

fading in and out
the spiral began
reality was lost, truth was blurred
and it was over before it began.

The truth is
time is cruel
and memories are unreliable
and the best thing
that never happened is parked in
some park
waiting
for love to arrive,
and years spent trying to forget
will only make the memory
that much more indelible...