Note on the Bench

An empty park bench holds the afternoon

A slipnote in my pocket with your quiet tune

The wind turns pages through the trees

And I stand still where you used to leave me

The paper soft, the ink is thin

A little fold of goodbye tucked within

I read your name by the fading light

And the whole wide heart pulls out of sight

If you left it there

For me to find

Then say you knew

I'd come in time

One last line

One steady mark

Kept alive inside the dark

If you left it there

I'm here still

Holding on against my will

On that bench

Where we began

With a note and an empty hand

Now the path is long

The sky runs low

And every step is a place I know

I hear the leaves like a patient prayer

But all I have is the space you're not there

If you left it there for Z to find

Then say you knew I'd come in time

One last line, one steady more

Kept alive inside the dark

If you left it there, I'm here still

Holding on against my will

On that bench where we began

With a note and an empty hand

An empty park bench, the evening damp

Your note in my pocket like a fading lamp