This bench has legs made of cast iron, and to the seat, wooden slats.
We had a bench
Our bench
On top of a hill
The valleys, the world
Under our feet
I’d have rum n’ raisin
You’d have butterscotch
We’d sit close
It was always cold
And eat our ice creams
On our bench
I went to see it today
To see if it was still there
Now that you’re gone
It was
It felt bigger
Colder in everyway
Lifeless views
I stared into nothing
Until I couldn’t take the chill
As I left, I looked back
Hot tears came
As I said goodbye
Now it’s just a bench
Not ours
great photo!
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