Bench In the Park

How I wish I could have clung to musings on this bench in a park; the same wooden one which cradled my afternoons,feeding little birds as memories gripped the heart-- The sharp sting of her farewell, right on this spot drowned time's hands of fate--- that now, I hold the seat's arms limply, if only to recall how my fingers twined buds in her hair. All gone. Entry Date: Aug 30, 2015 Sense Of Touch Contest by nette onclaud From Banjo Casto