Meeting
Here a woman and man sit on a bench.
The man beside her holding her hand
The woman weeps. The man is praying,
So it seems - we do not stare, although
They are both loving souls, it’s plain.
See the flowers lit with sunset glow.
It’s evening in the park at summer time.
Earlier in the day there was a band,
But now there is no music playing.
Parents have taken younger children home.
The evening’s fine. It will not rain.
Older kids on bikes buzz to and fro.
Here a woman and man sit on a bench.
The man beside her holding her hand
They’ve done all the talking they can do.
And they’ve finished all their crying too.
And now the time comes round again.
They release their hands. It’s time to go.
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