Goodnights.

While the nightingale
Sings her final lullaby
My steps still carry on
Under the blanket of black sky

I still linger
At where I used to sit
Cold lonely park bench
Times where we would meet

I lie on the patch of green
And sit on the edge
Where my legs would dangle
Watching you while I turned the page

But now I carry on
Because I want to be home
Back to where my heart really is
Cos that is where you are now