Park bench

I was sitting in a bench
A park bench
Reeking of a smell
A smell of old people
And past memories
Unfullfilled

Then I saw a girl
Not a beautiful girl
A normal
Plain
Boring
Girl.

She had these sad eyes
Almost as sad as mine.
I didn't ask, but...
I let myself wander
In her.
In her mind.
In her body.
In her shoes.

For a moment
We were one
And I wasn't alone.

As lonely.

She got up and left
As they always do.

I knew I'd never see her again
I was all right with that.

Sitting on my own
Bench
Park bench
Living.
Surviving.
Wondering.
Wandering.
It is good.

Some times.