a dropping off place, that’s where I’m left. the side of the road on an empty park bench. alone. a pigeon, an ant, a sow bug curls up under a rock..quiet and still, alone, next to a stone. abandoned to sit, still, a park bench. a bird’s excrement drips slimy white goo along the edge where I sit. grime on the slats, someone’s spit. waiting, I'm nothing without you. alone. a horn honks in the street, a skater skates by, a look to the left, right. a single white cloud in the sky. the moon came up a dozen times over the hills, through the trees, plunging down, down in the valleys. a year, no goodbye. I sit waiting. the pigeon waits to be fed. I have no food. she flies away. I sit and wait. no return. the sow bug crawls to the next rock, the ant walks home. on a breeze, the cloud lingers, disappears. the whistle of a train, I hear. I’m here, alone.