There lies the abandoned park bench
We sat there a year ago
Now stained with infinite dust, rain
Pouring torrents of strange anger and
Pulsing sorrow- a heaving chest
Rising and falling , tide like crest
Certain gravity to the fall, to the fallen
(pun unintended)
Unceasing in releasing;
Dusk, dawn
Fall , rise
Black, white
Just universal polarity like
The one between you and me.
A hand to hold, a smile to crave,
A heart to feel, a love to cherish;
All now lies washed down
Dust in the rain
Solitary drops now remain.
An old feeling crept up on me.