in the cold shadow

it's cold

in the shadow,

the sun no longer a part

of this day.

it's slipped

behind clouds and trees

the concrete

edges

of buildings no

longer white

but grey.

it's cold here

on this bench,

the one i go to by

the lake.

i expect you to show

up any minute

now,

i've been waiting my whole

life,

being patient,

biding my time.

i hope it hasn't been

an enormous

mistake.