Waiting on the highway

Unaware to the outside world
in the park bench right outside the highway
i lay motionless
shivering in the midnight cold
with nothing else to keep me company
and no one aware of my being
my mind wanders to the night before
in the middle of the night
walking across the road
i saw him
draped in a black attire
with a matching black umbrella
shielding him from the cold cold rain
he was waiting
waiting for me to come to him
with no one to call as my own
and no one to call as my friend
i was walking
away from life
and away from painfully slow lonely life
(into this land they call "purgatory")
in this park bench
where i am
waitin for this life to slowly seep away
so i can travel in my choice of cars
waiting on the highway…