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
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 13th, 2025 16:34
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A poem of past love now past and content with emptiness. A lovely write
Thanks a lot for your visit and reflection!
You are most welcome
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