The Bench

Sitting alone,
On a bench that's made for two,
Only one side is empty,
For that place is meant for you.
As I look out
Onto the beautiful sea shore,
Memories overtake me,
And wishes of making more.
Do you remember this special place?
And the moments we had here?
You made my life that day,
And that I will always hold near.
I find myself walking,
Not knowing where to go,
But I always end up
In that special place that we know.
I sit down, can't move,
Waiting for you to show,
And when I feel your hand on mine,
That's when I will go.
Do you see, my darling,
That this bench was made for two,
And one day in the future,
It will be filled again by me and you.

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I wrote this poem a few months back after my partner and I split up...the bench was where we got engaged.