My Park Bench

On the park bench

My father and I sat

He gave me seeds

And the geese did their work

 

On the park bench

I gazed at the first signs of Spring

The hummingbird built its nest in the tree

There was no one humming for me

 

On the park bench

I kissed the girl with braces

She tasted of Listerine

I cut my lip

 

On the park bench

My wife and I held hands

I imagined how our son would feed the birds

She said “keep dreaming”

 

On the park bench

I watched seasons pass

People came and went

The wood still held the weight of my ass

 

The familiar path

I walked yet again

The man in the yellow hat smiled once more

“Don’t worry, we’ll find another”

 

Don’t bother

There is no other

 

My park bench

Set to sea

I jumped in the cool

For those warped, rotting pieces of wood

 

Put it back together

I definitely tried

A puzzle collection, that doesn’t work

“Here, let me hold you”

 

My turn to return the favor

You

Listening without a word

Comforting without a complaint

 

I appreciate you

My park bench

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*I took the featured image while walking back from class. I pass those benches every day, but never have I thought to sit in them. That will have to change.