swings and slides

it was late
and a little windy
the clouds were so dark...
...the sky was empty
no stars to talk to
only fake ones downhill…
…from houses and buildings
and street lamps and lightings
the cold winds that chilled,
they hindered 'other' thoughts
from coming in.
the spaces beside me were emptying
till I sat alone in my car
writing and wanting
and wondering…what was she doing