The Bench

                        I found that bench
                        and sat awhile
                        envisioning you
                        in some other paradise found
                        lost in the memory of chance
                        you danced a different song
                        When you turned to speak
                        of brighter days
                        and softer kisses
                        upon your thoughts
                        I gracefully stood
                        and let you pass
                        silent prayers whispering
                        upon your future path
                        willing love and strength
                        into one beautiful and final
                        goodbye