On Our Old Wooden Bench

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...