I remember that day.

I sat in the park for my lunch break

just like every other day, but today was

Different.

As I sat alone on my usual bench I watched these

love stricken teens all around me. I was jealous,

knowing that I would never find

love as innocent and pure as theirs. As I watch the two in the flowers

I can't help but wish it was me

with the one I love, yet I sit here.

Alone. Everyday.

It kills me to see, still I can't help but notice

The Woman walking my direction. I can't even speak as I'm

struck by her Beauty and the way she says

"Hi there, is there room on this bench?"