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THE LAST TIME

Date Written: September 20, 2017
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It was on an old and
gnarled park bench
that I last saw her
She was old as the hill's
had lived on the street
for more than ten years
We met over feeding the pigeons
I brought the bread
and she fed them
They were her children
she quietly told me
I asked why she had no home
and she turned and said this
'My love died in the Twin Towers
I didn't want to live
and I still don't
I left everything I had
For in truth..we had each other
We had no children or pets
no-one would miss me'
Tears fell down my cheeks
and I replied ..'I would'
I never saw her again
and I stopped and asked
the park attendant
He looked at me
and said
'O you must be talking about
Mrs. McCleary…she died
oh now when was it
arh..yes..5 years ago'
I felt the slightest whisper
blowing in my ear
and soft laughter as
I walked away
I wonder if I sit on that
old, gnarled bench
if she'd sit with me again..

***Moral of this story..TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES***

@MC

 

 

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