Park Bench

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 p

lay 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 i

f 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.

By Sydney Elise Johnson