Night Fall

I fell and skinned my knee.

I saw the tiny ants crawling in the sidewalk crack.

I saw my pink palms,

squashed with bits of dirt on them.

I saw an old band-aid,

Protecting the ground

Instead of my knee,

I wished I had that band-aid.

I saw my shadow crumple beside me

I saw her stretch out and join the night,

Leaving me alone.

Going for help I hoped.

I heard the leaves prattle,

Doors locking

Shades drawing

I imagined my father coming to find me

And carrying me up in his arms.

But I was alone.

So I got up and limped home.