Never free of memory

Park-bench


 

The park may seem empty. Alas, so many souls have been here already.

Echoes hold on to the wood and stone.

Look at those three friends – laughing. Each a beer in their hand. Lucky.

And that old couple in the middle: true love meets stumbling blocks. Overcomes them.

The closest one hits home. That is me… With all that memory of times long lost.

And we live on.


 

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