Hoping

I sit here,

Staring into the sun,

On that park bench,

That holds so many memories

Thinking,

Remembering,

Hoping

I trace the markings,
Engraved in the wood,
"R + B" framed with a heart,
Dug deep into the surface

Longing,
Wishing,
Hoping

I brood over that day,
Recalling every detail,
Remembering each element,
Every thought, every feeling

Admitting,
Accepting,
Hoping

Author's Note

It's amazing what sitting in the park can do to get your poetry senses tingling. Try it sometime.

Reviews

[Holly Soques]

This is beautiful. Sad, yet captivatingly beautiful. The sense of loss is overwhelming, but the determination to remain hopeful despite that is what makes this such a bittersweet, but empowering poem. You've brilliantly captured both feelings... well done! It's truly rare to come by such a mix of emotions... is this something from personal experience? If so, well done for moving on!

[Distant horizons]

Beautiful. Fitting all that emotion into such a short piece is a talent.