The Inner Me || Wattys 2017

An evening in May

I took a walk outside the yard,
When the sky was coloured purple,
What was so strange in this boulevard,
Was a middle aged lingered in circles.

That lad was modern yet so pale,
What was the worry his head had bind?
His eyebrows which could perfectly scale,
With the slightest of distress in his mind.

As dusk was just about to fall,
Faint shiver surrounded the breeze,
A modest lady i can recall,
With a yellow bag in unease.

Her heavy eyelids said despise,
Staring at the deep grey sea,
Twenty questions traded her eyes,
"Did he really love me?"

Those sights timed of bitter relief,
Still runs in my thoughts astray,
That soundless still hour of grief,
Was just an evening in May.