On a "Bench" I sit, looking out at the river flow
something does not feel right, and I soon will know
Suddenly I feel hands upon my eyes, "Guess who?"
My answer is wrong, but to my surprise
It is a long time Friend, of unmeasurable size
In the back of my mind, I wonder where is my intended
Old Friend occupies my time, as time passes splendid
Thoughts derail my concentration, and Old Friend takes notice
For she cuts the conversation short, and I feel hapless
Hours pass, and still no sight, which gives a fright
Setting sun, soon turns to night, with street light
Alas my time is up, as I turn to go
I see a shadowy figure mow
the path of grass, across the way
the path of another
"Bench"...
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