The Benches
the benches
they sit empty
as if no one sits here
but ghosts of the past
their faces i see there
we share smiles
and laughs
and chatter about
memories still haunt me
the words that they had spout
i see smoldering ashtrays
smoke rising
off the brim
remnants of menthols
and what had been
many days
pass on by
each day the faces
less clearly seen
and beginning to die
Copyright © Karl Victor | Year Posted 2010
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