I found myself at that park bench at night,

Fearful and alone, no longer free.

Musing on memories in the moonlight,

Wondering if you still thought of me.

 

I visited that park bench in the day,

Where we sat and shared our hopes and dreams,

Where I wonder how you could walk away

And forget me; no struggle or screams.

 

I laid on that park bench in the rain,

A chorus of chills chatter on my skin,

Each one not a hundredth of the pain

That I felt while holding a nervous grin.

 

You left me at that park bench at night.

I stood there for hours, shrouded by headlights.