That empty park bench
It is a whimsy spot at dusk
Greens and gold mix as if
Love can resuscitate life again
And perhaps it did for a while back then
Sitting and giggling with
The one I loved soo dearly
The one who drove my mind, soul
Across hell, and not back yet
I wish never had to appreciate
How this emptiness is so much better
Than telling someone you love them
On a city park bench at dusk.
-Al