A Lament of Sorts

Drinkin' in the park all alone,
The ghost of you right beside me
Waitin' on your text,
Your call; in or out?

World spinning in sharp focus;
You're still blurred around the edges
But this isn't a lament,
A tradegy
Goodbye, mon amie

The lights slowly stir
Still here,
A poetic catostrophe
Beautiful melancholy