Midnight in the City

It’s dark but she waits anyway. Sometimes it feels like she’s always waiting for him. Why should today be any different?

A bus goes by in the night, it’s passengers few in number. Either coming home, or leaving it. The faces and bodies only a blur as the bus rushes by. It isn’t until this moment that she realizes just how late it is.

The darkness comforts her in some way. She feels invisible and because of this she feels safe. If no one can see her, no one can hurt her.

Maybe that’s why he’s late. Maybe he can’t see her. She’s blended into her surroundings. She has become the park bench she sits on. Still and quiet in the night air. She has transformed into one of the many maple trees around her. Her limbs swaying ever so slightly in the breeze, her windbreaker makes an almost inaudible rustling sound like leaves.

She lays across the bench and stares up into the night sky. Of course she can’t see any stars. The lights of the city have concealed their presence and it makes her sad. She loves the stars. They are so numerous, reminding her of how small her planet is in comparison to everything else that is out there.

She’s on the verge of going home. He’s not coming tonight. Why keep up the charade of waiting? On some level, she knows that he’s never going to come, but still, she waits night after night. Her hope lives on, despite the many reasons she has to give up.

Laying on the park bench, if she stares hard enough and long enough maybe one day she’ll be able to look past the orangey glow of the city lights and find the stars again. And they’ll remind her that their is a whole universe out there left to be discovered. That their is a whole universe of hope left.

She removes herself from the bench and walks toward the bus stop, leaving behind her tree form and the non-existent stars. The bus is coming down the road, it’s headlights alone on this city street for the moment. As it gets closer, she looks back at the bench, her bench, one last time to see if he’s waiting. She knows he won’t be there.

Finally, she breaks her gaze and climbs on the bus, and in doing so, becomes yet another faceless blur in the night.

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I'm not quite sure what this is. It just sort of came out. It's very rough, I only started it in the last 30 minutes but I felt the need to share it.

I realize it's different in comparison to some of my earlier posts, but I think maybe that's a good thing.

You can like it, you can hate. I'll I'm asking is that you try it.

- Brandy