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No one is sitting on that bench anymore,

to watch the seagulls and the moonrise.

 

Where colors slowly buried

into its empty space. A hairline

in the horizon separates

the dream of summer.

 

No one wants to be sitting there

among the leafless trees, alone

abandoned by autumn.

 

There were words

etched on that bench.

Names of people

and the symbols

of their endearment

disappearing

in the fresh coat

of winter. 

 

No one will sit on that bench anymore.

 

Only snow. The frozen tears

of heaven and the silence

they have left behind.

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