On Our Old Wooden Bench

by Jade   May 20, 2008


Sometimes when I dream you come by...
usually unexpected.

And we sit on that old wooden bench, in our favourite park, the place where we used to lay in the grass and watch the world move by while big willow trees formed a blanket over us.

We talk as though time has never come between us...
Like the years of hurt never existed...
And best of all...We Laugh...
About the things that don't really matter but strangely mean the world to me.
When you come by in these dreams they last forever.

Then one night, if I recall it was in June, I fell asleep but this time you never came to the park.
And I wondered if maybe you'd found someone else...
Someone else who makes you laugh...

So I sat alone...
On our old wooden bench, in our favourite park, the place where we used to lay in the grass and watch the world move by...

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  • 11 years ago

    by Espoirfailed

    This is really good. i like poems that don't follow a rhyme scheme and this one is amazing
    my favourite line is:

    the things that don't really matter but strangely mean the world to me.

    the only thing i would say is that it lacks any subtlety, maybe you could have used more metaphors or imagery. although i do lurveee the one about the willow trees.

    however i think the rawness of this poem almost makes it, something may be lost if you tried to make it a literary masterpiece.
    anyway, keep it up

  • 11 years ago

    by kelleyana

    I just love this. I could relates to it. Keep it up, kel.

  • 12 years ago

    by Skyfire

    Sad. I could really feel what you were saying.