The bench at the park used to be our spot
Kisses and arguments were held
Me on your lap,
Us looking into each others eyes.
It was the meeting place.
A small, hidden playground
With two grotesque swings
A dirty little slide and
Wind that blew ever so softly
No children around to ruin the mood…

But it’s been a while since we’ve been apart.
I’m over you but you’re not over me
I’ve moved on and found a new bench at a different park
How can I sit with him and not remember you?

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