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
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Author:
Cocamedo (
Offline) - Published: August 21st, 2024 00:01
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Comments3
The poem a metaphor for lost love and loneliness is so well worded. Nicely done
A very lonely poem reflecting on past love. Poignantly penned and touching to this reader.
Love it
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