"Old Grey Bench"

Amy Carrow


Sitting on an old grey bench, weeping and alone
I sit and stare at a grey statue made of marble stone
Her hand graces the water's surface; her face is gentle peace
Her lover kneels beside her, masculine in grace
The water reflects upon their faces, sparkling and blue
And although I try to stop myself I start to think of you
Despite all my efforts a movie starts to play, one in which we're the leads
The young lovers depicted in every scene
People pass by not seeing what I see
Although it seems these scenes are unfolding right in front of me
So vivid are these pictures playing in my head
It's the only time I feel through the numbness and the dead
These memories are bittersweet
As they hurt as well as heal
It seems to me that love will burn
Experiencing so much that you would not other wise feel
I wonder where you are right now
And if you think of me
I contemplate my world and fate
And pray that I can see
This statue of two young lovers immortalized in stone
And see a hope for better days where I won't be sitting on an old grey bench,
Weeping and alone


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