Run Away Poem by david dean anderson

I spend all day in the park looking for a shadow in the dark.
Looking for a shadow that just is not there.
Maybe I'm really waiting for a girl with red hair,
But she is not there, so all day long I sit.
And in the end, when one comes my way,
I run the other way.
Maybe it’s just easier to look and listen then to
Live and love...

Will I find love, will it ever come?
Why do I run the other way?
Am I just dumb?

Am I just looking in the wrong place?
Am I always just in the wrong space?
Will I find her in the park, or sitting
by herself alone in the dark?
I don’t know if I will find her.
Don’t know if I every will.
But ever still it is better,
than siting alone in the park.
While I watch life slip by sitting here in the dark.

You will never find her that way.