09/30/2024
The park bench we shared now feels so bare,
Your laughter, a ghost that lingers in air.
Children play where we once dreamed,
But happiness here feels distant and schemed.
The swing sways gently, a bittersweet song,
Each creak a reminder of what went wrong.
I watch the leaves fall, as seasons change,
In the dance of the world, nothing feels strange.
Yet here in my heart, a void remains,
A love like a river, now lost in the rains.
