Every night I

Will go to the bench and talk to you.

And every night, I get no answers back for you are no longer here.

But I met you here, my quiet soul, so shy and afraid of the world around you.

Surprised you made it out this far when you feared everything around you.

But one night when the moon was full, and you had come out late by yourself.

You fell into the water as you heard someone call your name.

At least that is what you said when I jumped in, and l pulled you out.

But now you are gone, and I sit outside on our bench, wishing I could hear about your day and listen to you all night long.

But I will never know what happened to you that day as the water doesn’t whisper to me like it did to you.

Miss you, my friend.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes