Just another rainy day I'm going alone my way Walking next to the river But I start to feel a cold shiver
Autumn is ripening like a grape The trees have left behind the green drape It all feels so serene and natural But I can feel the beginning of the final ritual
I'm heading towards the park. On my way I spot another person sitting in the pavilion where I always go. I don't give it much thought.
Once there I sit down, laying my stuff next to me. "Hello" I mutter to the person sitting "Hi" the softest and sweetest voice I still don't give it much thought.
I pull out my phone, and as I do, I catch a glimpse of the other person. It was a girl that looked about my age, pretty short, typing away at her laptop. I still don't give it much thought.
"Do you come here often?" I try to start a conversation "Well kind of..." at first she seemed sacred, but was now relieved when she heard my question
"So... What are you writing there?" I reveal my curiosity "Oh umm... It's just a short story, nothing big really..." she jumped a bit when she heard me ask
"I like stories, what's it about?" "It's nothing really..." "You're just making me want to hear about it more, you know?" "Really? Well I guess..." Slowly but surely she started telling me about the novel she was writing. Describing characters, explaining the plot, the style and even where she wanted to release it.
"It sure doesn't sound like a short story!" "Yeah..." "But it does sound like a great book!" "You think so?"
"I do, and I'd love to hear more about it!" "Well... You could leave me your number and I... I'll let you know when I'm here..." And so we did, meeting up each couple of days to talk about her novel, or to just hang around eachother like the two lonely people we used to be.
I'm still coming back to that pavilion right now, but with flowers in hand It's been six months We're still toghtether And hoping to stay like this forever For two lonely people To share the loneliness To make it be less And never again let it bloom Like our relationship did