13.2. The Bench

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Last night the orange light came on.

It light up in the window of the second floor like you promised. 

I took my things, 

one by one,

tallied and totaled the few. 

Off I went,

tripping over the rocks in the sand.

Up the hill to our peaceful place.

There was the bench, wild, unoccupied. 

In the distance dogs barked, children played.

My life held still. 

A bird flew across the sky in anticipation. 

As the horizon turned pinkish I knew, 

so I left for the first time with no memory of you.

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