Listening

Listening to the crackling of leaves,
as the autumn winds blows.
Listening to children's laughter,
as through the park the stream flows.

Sitting on the park bench,
watching children play.
Smiling at their antics,
the atmosphere so gay.

Yet as i spot a couple
being oh so loving,
the atmosphere turns cold
as memories start returning.

We used to be that way,
sitting on that very same bench.
But after awhile,
between us grew a trench.

We drifted apart,
to give each other space.
But the separation was lasting,
and months grew from days.

You said to give you time,
to wait for you to come back.
But you never did,
cause out of my heart you trekked.

Now I'm still sitting here,
same spot, same year.
Waiting for you,
my precious beloved dear.

Listening to the crackling of leaves,
as the autumn winds blows.
Listening to children's laughter,
as through the park the stream flows.