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Cold is the iron bench I sit upon, watching for you on this cool Autumn morning but all I see is a lone slug moving slowly from lichen to lichen on the far arm rest, a thick trail of slime marks its supine passage. I remember our long talks as evening approached, sitting on this old worn bench, the sky blushing at us as it shared its multi-hued secrets, flowers fragrant and sweet. The birds singing songs of love to us but it all had to end. It was on your birthday when I told you I love you and gave you the gift, a thin gold chain. You just stared at me, the chain dangled between your fingers. Letting it slowly fall to the ground you smiled sadly then turned and walked away. That was the last time I sat on this bench, the last time I saw your gentle smile. Now, it is a lonely refuge for me and my torpid friend, a lost, eremitic soul, searching for what? Only he knows. How I wish to be him. I watch as he slowly traverses the handle when through the dim morning haze I glimpse a gleam of light from under the bench. It is the chain buried in the sand, only the clasp showing. I leave it for some young lovers to find. 08/17/16
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