A Bench.

A bench.

A bench.
A bench surrounded by silence
A stale air around it
You sit upon it.

A bench.
Smiling faces around it
Cheerful laughter surrounds it
You joyfully sit upon it.

A bench.
Sadness lingering over it
The fresh memory of separation
Leaves a salty wetness upon it.

A bench.
New faces, unfamiliar faces around it
Excitement of a new beginning envelopes it
You awkwardly sit upon it.

A bench.
The cold air isolates it
Your lonely hands are in your cold pocket
You are cold as you sit on it.

A bench.
A warmness sits on it.
As your hands are connected
You smile as you sit warmly upon it.

A bench.

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