Pew

I walked through the park, past the bench
where under cover of night’s veil
we met and made love in the autumnal air
and those old paths we trod, hand in hand

I passed by the trees where once we stopped
to kiss and smile and speak of love
and the shine of your eyes matched
the cloudless skies

I ambled on the trails, by creek and field
where we bared our naked souls
in fated bond and open heart
with soaring devotion held in your thrall

I sat for a while, soft weeping in vision
on that bench now snow covered cold
thought of your hand in mine under sky dome
tenderness of spirit and enchantment

I rise to stare vacant into snowfall cloud
mind humming in bittersweet memory
in tragic step advance my path
eyes glazed with salted drops fall silent

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