at the playground
i watch them run and play
chasing each other
from dawn 'til the night of day

on the bench i sit quietly
waiting for my turn
waiting for them to bat an eye
waiting for their concern

the swings she pushed her up
so high
"promised me i'd never come down?"
he promised she would fly

over to the seesaws
the unbalanced perfection
two kids on one end
that never seem to go one direction

you have your hands up
in the air
sliding down a slide so steep
you pretend you don't see me
you pretend you don't peep

i catch your glimpse,
hoping one day you'd say a hello
so day and night i wait
at the park bench, alone

the day never came, perhaps
they just never seemed to care about me
me in my overalls and sneakers unlaced
i am not like them
with their pretty pink dresses
and their obscure taste

and so, at the playground
i learnt loneliness
was my best friend
in this place we call fun times
i knew nothing
but know i am undoubtedly
out of line