The Park

Why would it come back through the park?

You thought that you saw him

But no, you did not

It's not him who come across the sea to surprise you

Not him who would know where in London to find you

With sadness so real that it populates

The city and leaves you homeless again

Steam from a cup and snow on the path

The seasons have changed from the present to past

The past

Turns whole to half

The past

Why would he come back through the park?

You thought that you saw him

But no, you did not

Who can be sure of anything through

The distance that keeps you from knowing the truth

Why would you think your boy could become

The man who could make you sure he was the one

The one

My one

My one