Saturday, February 28, 2009

On a Park Bench

The scene is made up of two people. 
And a park bench. 
The rings of laughter fill the air.
As two old buddies reminiscence on times bygone. 

Day in. Day out.
Same Place. 
Same time. 

  I never blinked twice as I passed. 

  But one day I did. 
  Because this time
  The scene was made up of One man.
  And a park bench. 
  and nothing more but tears.