Wednesday Nights

Watching him play with his little brother
Pushing and pulling him on a swing
Dancing around the playground.

I tremble at the sound of his laughter
I stand hiding behind an ugly tree
Humming softly to myself and watching

The day grows dark
The vile wind whispers in my ears
Bringing thoughts of Love and him.

Tears threaten to spill
I try to stay firm and strong
I can't hold them in. They're salty in my mouth.

He takes his brother by the hand,
It's time for them to go.
I breathe in his essence as he walks by

His eyes look glassy.
Is he thinking of me?
This is what I do every Wednesday night.