Francesca Johnson - That bench

I hold a photograph
of a bench
in my hands.

A bench, amongst wild grasses,
where I once put pen to paper,
where poetry and anticipation
flowed.

A bench,
solitary on a cliff top
with views as wide as the sky.

I sigh.

And remember.

And then forget.

I am here now,
sitting on another chair.

I will not go back
to that bench
ever again.......

Francesca Johnson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-bench/