The Old Park Bench
I lay back against the slats of the old park bench
Glistening white with snow
And feel a rush of gladness as the cold penetrates,
Distracting the dreadful pain of my heart.
That you chose today to say you're leaving
Highlights my bitter tears in stark contrast to my recent joy;
Ablaze with holiday happiness,
I sink now into dark and foreboding sorrow;
As if to pass from glory to strident death.
The brilliantly shining promise lies now dull-pocketed,
Unable to claim our lives in unity; the chance now lost,
I ease the jeweled case into my hand
Letting it fall beside the bench,
Letting it join the other sparkling diamonds
Spread across this cold, fallow land.
I smile grimly at the prospect of its discovery
When sunlight will again stretch its warmth,
Melting the hiding place of its mournful nest;
Knowing it will remain hard and frozen,
Forever a reminder of my broken heart.
Inspired by Picture #4
For Sara Kendrick's Contest "The Park Bench at Christmas"
Copyright © deb radke | Year Posted 2018
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