I notice Bill no longer visits.
His bench sits in solitude.
Frank shuffles alone.
His “partner in crime” has met his time.
A daily trek beckons to unhearing ears.
“Hey Frank, how are you doing?”
“Haven’t seen Bill in a while.”
Frank sadly smiles and shakes his head.
“Well, you take care of yourself!”
Frank waves and shuffles along as
the winds blow loose leaves
where no one’s toes have trod.
The gulls screech a cacophony,
no conductor for their raucous symphony.
And me? I usually watch for signs,
but this empty bench reminds me.
Bill will visit no longer.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 