Empty Benches

 Empty bench is a thing for me

For certain, it is empty

But it bears memories

I can see through

And I can feel it is vivid

Almost like ghosts

Memories of a child learning to climb and hold onto like a ladder

Of the hikers, leaning towards as the breath recovers

Of a couple enjoying sunset, as the seagulls fly over

Of old married wife and husband, talking about growing old and dying together

Next time you pass by an empty bench,

Remember

It was once someone's milestone

(and a place for homeless to slumber)