As I Sit On a Park Bench
As I sit on a park bench,
I can't help but let thoughts of you consume me.
You are so intriguing.
As I sit on that park bench,
a stiff cool breeze blows, giving me the chills,
those chills nothing like the chills given to me by you.
Every time you touch me,
it's like I fall for you deeper and deeper...
I don't know what to do...
I could be doing something totally unrelated
to anything near close to you,
yet somehow thoughts of you would take over.
I can't work, I can't sleep, I can't think without you.
Why must thoughts of you mock me so?
Where do I go from here?
You left me all alone, not once looking back,
as if our moments of passion left you
as the words of the past do
(you never did like remembering)...
I miss you constantly,
and I don't want to forget.
Why did you have to die?
Life loved so much, not given the chance to look back,
I know you love me, I know you loved me.
Where do I go from here, dear Lord?
Am I supposed to just move on without her?
Am I to act as if she never existed,
for you know as well as I
that I could barely go on when she was at work, or at play.
How will I go on with her nowhere near me?
I miss her so much, what do I do?
I can't let thoughts of her leave me, I refuse...
Please, help me through this...
I don't want to live right now...
all I want is you.
