After The Show. Poem by Kevin East

Orange lights
Behind black trees.
As couples hide
From winter's freeze.
And some poor soul
Falls to their knees
In the snow.
Alone
And with no place to go,
Is how love left me.
After the show.

Silver stars
In purple night.
And sweet sitars
In musical flight.
Swirl around my head.
My heart pounds,
In my bed
That is this park bench.
Where dreams are shed.
That agonising wrench
When hands that reached out
To touch in moonglow.
Wave goodbye
With a silent shout
After the show.