Who last sat on this bench?
A question with endless answers…

The two strangers in an awkward silence?
The lonely old woman weeping over the
Emptiness of the other side?

The tears that dried when the sun came out,
The abandoned sorrows, sadness and doubt…

The joy that left the bench the same time as its owners.
The happiness and lust subsiding as
Two teenagers share their first kiss.

A memorial bench disrespected, washed down with water.
A child taking adventurous steps, clinging to their parent’s hand.

But when the sun goes down and rises again –
It’s just another day
A mark has not been made,
This will not be remembered.