Parkside bench

Parkside bench, one side warm and the other cold.
It pains me to stay here knowing you can not anymore.
I am now alone, with no one to talk too, no one to hold.
Sitting here in sorrow everyday; I watch the children play, and adults mingle. 
Since you passed, the children grew older, now mingling amoungst themselves.

 

I want to know, to know is what I want.

When will I be happy; happy with you again?

Can I hold your hand again only to speak of our days?

Sitting next to each other side by side on this parkside bench.

 

One side warm, the other cold.

One side cold, the other warm.

Both sides cold. They now meet again.

 

Reviews

[Wendy Seames Garner]

A bittersweet love story, Geoffrey, one that I am afraid either my husband or I will be experiencing in the not too distant future. Yes, I believe we will all meet again. Nice poem!

I just noticed one thing:
"Since you past," Do you mean: Since you passed?

[Melati]

But, if you chose to give up.....then it is your decision, not anyone decision...you are the only person who decide and you are the only person who can make you happy...not anyone else. Well done!

[Melati]

Don't give up for the one you love. When you give up and not to take the risk, than what is life for? Life would be dead forever.....Never give up my new friend!

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

You have such an elegant and honest voice. The beauty of your words lie here in its honesty and candor. It is as if they come and whisper softly in the reader's ears. You are sharing something personal and heartfelt here and hence more beautiful.Also the metaphor you choose here for the expression of loss and missing someone is just right and perfectly rendered.

[The White Wolf]

I love the idea of a parkside bench. The whole concept is very romantic. It is also very easy to personalize it because it is something quite a few of us have done when thinking about the past and missing someone. The last stanza brings it to a close very nicely.