too late or too soon

i don't quite remember what she had said to me,
only that i was left sitting and crying,
thinking about the next day in the park,
the next coffee and the next cig.
she didn't leave me, but left me alone.
i was confused and at the same time amazed.
i felt naive and white.
the next day, with the coffee and the cig in the park,
she met me there with some guy,
it was supposed to be her dad.
he kept on telling her that they should go,
she kept looking at me as if i had the answer.
they finally left.
i put out the cigarette in my coffee and poured down a blanket till it covered my feet,
and went to sleep.