The park bench a front our home found us
Sitting nightly through the passing years.
Deep wrinkles slowly formed as your hand
In mine, intertwined, while eyes watched fiery
skies descend.
It felt our love transform from flaming passion
to a loyal partnership; two people willing
to endure the rusty iron nails of life's
suffering with no want of compensation.
It saw my head feebly crash into your
Shoulder as you comforted me through
The loss of my sweet mother.
You held me so tight I knew not how I
Would subsist once freed from your grasp.
It heard us talk passionately of dreams
Frightfully forgotten or earnestly expected.
Sometimes it heard silent stillness as
Our gazes fixed upon sinking skies.
But the park bench could never know
That while hair grayed, skin folded and
Waves of perspective calmly stilled,
My love for you only grew stronger.
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