El Mercado

El Mercado by the neon lady

she spies the people walking by

through silhouette leaves

I drive past weeping willows

in Dolores Park

Two trees on the grassy hill

but there's nowhere to park

I realize again tonight

how incredibly alone I have been

in my life

Being green, being a mother

it's as if time passed me by

As if I missed the chance to see The night life

I'm lost here

All I pretend to know is you

But you pretend not to know me too

So it feels even darker

As I see couples embrace on the bus

riding bikes together

holding hands

walking with a group of friends

It seems so easy for them

and I guess I really wouldn't care if I could be with you

I don't mind being square

like the neon lady

just a face with a stare

Her heart is really elsewhere.

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016