She sits in the dusk of the night, in the middle of the school ground where she used to go years ago. She sits under the slide where she used to tell secrets to her friends, and where she used to meet her friends when she snuck out at night.1
She sits as she sees teens only a few years younger than herself come and sit close by, planning what they want to do for tonight.2
She sits as a little kid sits near a tree, mad at her parents, and trying to run away, though this is as far as she could get from her house, which is only a few yards away.3
Then under the stars of the night, people come, maybe only in her mind filled with memories of only 20 years. They sit together almost unoticing the person in the center, sitting under the red, metal slide. Quieter than the sky, paler than the moon, with hair like the sun. They don't notice the girl who sits in the dusk of the night. They see nothing, at all.4
