Wednesday Nights

A park bench at midnight is a great escape from reality. Wednesday nights were always the best. You and me alone. Your loveliness surrounding every part of me. I laugh at your jokes, and your eyes shine brighter than the stars. You hug me close and the sound of your heart drowns out the passing cars. I've never known this happiness to exist. Eventually it's going to end. The park, the dark, and you. You'll wake to realize your mistake and off I'm sent. Back to loneliness, and pain, and business as usual. That one conversation that started it all. One wrong move could make it fall. One word, one sentence out of place and you're gone. I feel it in my bones, the longing you feel to run, to get away. Well be my guest. Leave me now, see if I care, see what I do. You're not everything! The sun, the moon, the stars in the skies, they all outshine your eyes any day! I don't rely on you for anything. You're not my life support--the oxygen I require for not breathing on my own... I wish it didn't have to end this way. I look up into your eyes expecting distaste. Instead you kiss me. My very first.