The Bench of Solace

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