Park Bench By Sydney Elise Johnson We sit here hand in hand cheek to cheek. We sit here our hearts soft eyes seeing each other the way we want to. We sit and my door is open wide inviting you in because I want to hear your notes listen to your radio play your tune. I sit we sit and listen to your music all day, through the night into the next dawn. But through it all you don’t ask about my mute station or radio. You don’t ask me what my favorite song is or if I like the thumping bass. You don’t ask but you still think hope believe imagine that you know me that we, you and I can live in harmony.
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