Stone Bench
I sit alone
On a stone bench
Overlooking the city.
I am alone
The bench is cold
On this fall night
The air nipping
At my ears
Brrr.
I pull up my hood
With no plans on leaving.
I have nowhere to be
On this fall evening
No one is expecting me
I am alone.
The trees are dull and dark
Casting shadows down the hill
I wonder how they sound
When the wind blows
Through the hills
Through the branches.
I decide to get out my phone
And write. About something
Write away my troubles
A poem to quell the soul
In a dull night droll.
This is not that poem.
I wrote this poem well over
Half a decade later
I have long forgot what
I wrote that evening,
But I remember.
I was troubled with life
And I was very much alone.
3/11/221 – Andy McRae
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