Date

We wandered over the park, talking.

The sun was up and not a lonely cloud in the sky.

We turned a corner and were dazzled by a display of flowers,

Next to the lake, near the trees, all swaying in the breeze.

I looked at her, I looked at the flowers, she was good company

But there was no spark, they out-sparkled her.

Later, at home on my sofa, I thought back to the park,

I remembered the bloom and smiled.

But my heart didn't with pleasure fill, bliss of solitude my arse.