• the_novel_idealist

10 May 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

For years I sat upon this bench

And scanned the passers by

Midst shadows of autumn light through leaves

Of you I did espy


A sparkling glance, a nervous grin

The suspicion, then intrigue key

Whatever it was that made your mind

You sat down beside me


We spoke, we lay, we laughed, we cried

If I'd known what I know now

I'd have said more, shared more, cried more but

With you forever time can't allow


Days, Months, Years ahead I have

Alone on this bench once more

Though all I see through my aged eyes

Is your sparkle of life restored