The Park Poem by Ray Hansell

Sitting in the park
Waiting there for you
I watch as you appraoch
Oh. what a lovely view

Dark shorts and white shirt
Soft skin colored brown
The park looks very nice
But you're the best looking one around

We sit at a table painted green
The same color as the grass
This is a special moment
That I wish would forever last

We sit and talk in the sun
But then we move into the shade
Laughing, talking and joking
Right now we have it made

Right now we are all alone
But soon that will end
As children exit a car
To the park they descend

You said, you left your son
A note to call when he awakes
Already I feel the pain
As my heart starts to ache

As we talk you rub my leg
Exciting me so
I have don't to tell you
I somehow think you know

I want so much to touch you
Or maybe rub your leg
I'm ready to explode
Just like a powder keg

Soon your phone starts to ring
You answer it, hello
This is the call I dreaded
Because now I know you must go

You hang up and look at me
You say, I have to go
I look at you and I want to scream
No, no, no, no, no, no

But I don't because I know
That you really must leave
It's times like this when we part
That my heart starts to greive

Slowly we walk to the street
Over to my truck
We shared at least an hour
I treasure my good luck

We are so close together
I wish I could hold your hand
But I know if people saw us
They just wouldn't understand

So I don't reach for your hand
I don't even try to touch
I only wish I could hold you
But I know that's asking too much

So as we part to do our things
That will get us through the day
You look at me and say,
I love you, as you slowly walk away


7-21-05/RJH