Lunch Break
I remember that day.
I sat in the park for my lunch break
just like every other day, but today was
Different.
As I sat alone on my usual bench I watched these
love stricken teens all around me. I was jealous,
knowing that I would never find
love as innocent and pure as theirs. As I watch the two in the flowers
I can't help but wish it was me
with the one I love, yet I sit here.
Alone. Everyday.
It kills me to see, still I can't help but notice
The Woman walking my direction. I can't even speak as I'm
struck by her Beauty and the way she says
"Hi there, is there room on this bench?"
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