Every so often
The park calls for me
I go to our spot
Right by the tree
Behind is a sign
That has my last name
Through all this time
It still looks the same
A small grassy field
With lines of white paint
Right next to a hill
A scene that is quaint
Then I made my way
To bridge we once crossed
I shed a few tears
For things I have lost
The trails and the trees
Lead to the unknown
Where I found a bench
And sat all alone