Poetry

I sit

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in the park and I try to calm my mind, but all I think about are your last words to me and I think.

As I pull one petal from each rose, I say, does he love me, he loves me not and then I realize this game never works as you hope the outcome will go in your way, but it won’t matter.

Because it’s up to me and you to figure this out and we will, or we won’t, and then one day we will walk past each other like complete strangers.

And my days of sitting at my favorite bench in the park will have nothing to do with my thoughts of you but my thoughts of someone else.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes