The Bench
The bench at the bus stop
was nothing special,
some metal and planks
that ceased to exist
A hangout for drunks,
a refuge for pigeons,
I don’t think by many
it has been missed
The bench at the bus stop
was nothing special,
that is till the moment
when we first kissed
Though it was dismantled
for obvious reasons,
among my best memories
to live, it is pleased.
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