The Bench Facing the Wrong Dir

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She sat on the bench

facing the parking lot

instead of the pond,

because sometimes it hurts

less to watch people

leave than to watch a

sunset you have no one

to share with.

A jogger passed with

headphones. A couple

walked a dog that looked

older than both of them.

She pulled her sleeves

over her hands and tried

to remember what she had

wanted from the day.

Nothing came. Not

hunger, not thirst, not

the name of the song

still stuck in her head.

The streetlights turned on

one by one, like

questions she had stopped

answering.

loneliness · lost · park · evening · healing

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