The Parking Lot

I pulled up right around half past midnight and made my way slowly to the back parking lot, stopping under a solitary street light, beside a weathered, old tree I paused for a bit. this was the quieter side of town where eyes didn't pry and would serve me well, as I had no where else to go looking around, I saw no one pulling my jacket close, I watched slumping down in my seat I waited. until one by one, all the other cars left each to his or her home, I presumed. someplace warm, someplace safe some place meant a destination with people waiting, anticipating maybe tonight I could sleep all the way through maybe tonight, I would dream once again, of how life used to be how it once was, when I was young and carefree and not be reminded of this sad face, sinking past hope...