One Bench, One Afternoon

One Bench, One Afternoon

 

The weather-beaten, rickety old bench creaked

its inhospitable moan at the weight that ached it.

It was our weight.

Yours and mine.

And, the wind attacked the aged trees that surrounded us

forcing the branches to sway violently against its power.

Like the relentless ache that beset my susceptible heart;

pitterpat, pitterpat, pitterpat morphed to thump, thump, thump.

It was your words.

Yours to mine.

 

The familiar smell of your cologne was now foreign

and your eyes that turned to me were not your own.

They were stoic.

You were cold.

I looked away, up towards the encompassing gray sky

and its minions rushed down towards me; the raindrops;

which were followed quickly by more, more, more

on my face, the place where tears should probably be.

Tears that you caused.

Would I drown?

 

The surrounding nature that could always comfort me

succumbed to my state of mind and offered only hurt.

It was your pain.

You made this.

You laid your hand on me and it burned like a knife’s blade.

I saw the hurt in your eyes, but it couldn’t compare with mine.

Glances of passersby fell in my direction and I felt them judging

me, but not you, for I was the one with tears raining down my cheek.

You’d broken me.

We were done.

Would turn to see

you would be

gone.

You’d be gone

Because now

we were done.

 

Reviews

[ba_mcfarlane]

Not one word misplaced, not one syllable ill used. The pain described is relentless. The pain is stark, unvarnished, gut wrenching. This is the best thing I have read in aIl don't know how long.

[Angelstears]

Beautifully sad - I love the image of drowning in your own tears.

[pinpen]

You laid your hand on me and it burned like a knife’s blade.

Love this line, quite a sad read. Liked!

[Distant horizons]

Sad words, beautifully written.