The boy
No older than eight
In the deserted park
Sat alone and forgotten
He just sat there
By himself
In the playground
He was silent
The clouds were dark
The day was going
I observed casually
And waited
The people left
He was alone
No one was there
Except him and me
It began to rain
Thunder and pour
Night was advancing
Still no one came
I didn't know
Whether the water
Trickled on his face
Was rain or tears
His expression strong
His eyes scared
Looking around
For something, anything
Rain kept falling
The boy cried
For his mother
Who did not come
I grabbed my umbrella
Looked up the road
The street light flicked
No cars
I looked back
The boy was staring
At me blankly
His face tear stricken
He pointed
I thought at me
I turned around
My ride was here
I climbed in
And looked outside
The boy still watching
Waiting
As we drove
Further away
The lonely boy
Began to fade
The boy I saw
Had gone
He waited too long
As he did everyday
For you see
In my time
He does not live
But he exists
Don't forget the boy
No older than eight
Reliveing his misery
Alone and forgotten forever