Time to walk again….

For all the impressions and dust settled…. For all the dents and scratches…. For all the stains and shrapnel encased…. For the remaining scars and cuts…. I pretend strong…. . . . For all the innuendos and the sarcasm I throw…. For all the memes and acts I pull off…. For all the razzmatazz people…

The Empty Bench….

The empty bench… Succor for the tired knees…. Playground for lonely hearts… Heaven for the holding hands… Forum for the hard talkers… Refuge for the odd couple… And yet… When the day’s over, everyone’s moved, it is left to its fate… To tide over the elements and secure it’s life for the next day… I…