Our Park

Sublime winter wind
dripping icicles on the bench-
where we first met-
our first treasured kiss,
subtle and sweet-
just like the lake's frozen serenity
and the blue jay's soft hum
reminding us of our youth-
pure, adventurous,
no worry.
But even the bark now has faded
and our smiles eventually frown,
the haunted branches remind us only of what happened.
Even the blue jay now remains perked upon the crooked branch,
clinging for his life while the others flew south a long time ago.
Winter's kiss was now a curse-
never changing-
fixed time.
And this curse is my every day,
you're presence vanished,
leaving me in the cold,
on this half-frozen bench,
where the tree's roots reach 
and the swans once danced-
heaven's clouds burden my torn soul
yet through all the misery,
all the memories we created,
I come here now to visit
I come here to feel you're comfort
they say your duties remain where you felt most at home
and with you it's haunting 
our park.

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