evening

today i saw the boy walking thru the park again...
just he wasnt walking his usual pace
he was running, tears streaking down his cheeks...
he didnt walk home. he stopped at the park, sat at the benches, covered his face, and cried.

i just moved into the neighbourhood a year ago.
everyday i would see the boy walk thru the park,
mostly at about 6-7p.m.

a year ago, he walked very fast, as if always in a rush to go home...
as if every minute was wasted on walking
yet...

a few days ago...i noticed that his pace slowed...
he seemed to have difficulty walking,
stumbling over his feet occassionally
it seemed as if there was no direction in his walking

just yesterday a car nearly knocked him down
it screeched to a halt behind him...horns blarring loudly.
he turned and looked, and then humbly moved to the side of the road
and continued walking his way back, slowly.
he seemed lost in his thoughts.

today he was broken.


i sat at the bench he sat at after he left
there were frequent breezes that passed the park
it was beautiful, the park in the evening.
the whole atmosphere was one of serenity.
but somehow,
i didnt feel the way i usually felt
something was different, changed.

and all of sudden,
i felt so cold and lonely.