Old Memorial Park

That place was full with darkness

I could see nothing but white smelly smolder

I went there to pick up someone

Someone from my past

She’s pretty but fake

Like a mannequin

Her nose is perfect

And her hair is all black

Back then she was a waitress

In a restaurant right down the Sunset Street

Near my apartment, a place where I barely live

We’re not a lover

Nor a best friend

I just knew her from where I got my coffee

And she just knew me as one lousy customer

Not long from now she just got hit by a car

I saw her from across the street

And dropped my cup of coffee

I stood there for three hours

And she was brought to faraway

Far from Sunset Street

So I don’t drink coffee anymore

Instead, I went to that Memorial Park

To pick her up and trying to be a lover

One night I dream

I drink coffee and she walks next to me

Hand on hand, still on the Sunset Street