Poetry 1 min

Park Bench

Handakina Ertiro

I Live on our park bench,

The one you left behind

the views we saw

with nature's scent entwined

I say, not ready to leave our park bench,

But next season you'll be on the other side

The rainy days leave my throat sore,

But beyond where you and I aligned I see a new park bench

and new path appears before me

and slowly I free myself from the parks clench

I live on my own park bench

where every day feels bright

The flowers with a new alore

and the breeze against my skin feeling light

something about the peace that I adore

And then at night when the stars come out to play

and lights my way,

I see a new park bench, a hopeful view

with joy that fills the room

no longer lost in what once was,

but growing towards what's soon to bloom

and maybe on day ill remember what love dose.

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