POETRY ON MEDIUM
Photo Prompt 5 — The Bench
NOT OUT OF MIND …
Whenever I get some
free time on a weekend,
I take a long drive
to that bench.
You may wonder why.
Why am I so obsessed with the past?
It’s all about those anecdotes
silently written in the air
and stories told by
the blossoming tree,
hills and of course that bench.
We might have forgotten
about our golden days of
togetherness and innocence,
but the bench remembers
how you used to count
my heartbeat before sunset
when all the birds come back
to their nests.
Everyone says out of mind
means the end of a relationship …
but the bench knows well that
you haven’t gone out of my mind
not even for a single moment
of my existence.
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