Sitting on the park bench my fingers trace the cracks of our initials you carved. Children's play echoes yesterday's laughter and I remember the first day that I saw your smile. Through faces passing, racing, fearfully searching then looking away, lovers holding hands, embracing, you touch me with your hello and we were no longer strangers. Happy, with you by my side, we shared summer's last sunshine until our names were buried under a blanket of snow and winter drove its icy chill like a knife through my heart. Follow on FB, Instagram, Twitter: WVPoetrygirl
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This is beautiful.
Thank You!