Midnight meal
Lonely I feel
I wish you were here
To hear my ****** poetry
To hear my ****** poetry
At 1 am,
At midnight.

The date of the day was the first of of November,
The sky was covered with grey clouds in layers
When the rain drops slashed upon the stairs
Where trees stood with their branches bare
At the time the sunshine would be on the square
A man with with a black umbrella was standing there,
Waiting for a girl with red shoes to appear.
But then she appeared in the colours of summer,
Wearing a shirt in blue and a plain white skirt
With nothing warm but a dark red scarf;
She was covered in raindrops and water in her hair,
Shaking and shivering in the cold November air.