Blue

Small upholstered bench in blue

We are set apart from the others

Lurching to and fro

Searching for the soul of a place

Long abandoned

Mercurial temperament

A long driveway where the fights usually started

Spiral staircase to the guest quarters

Where there were so many adventures

Time leaves no stone unturned

The river flows directly underneath this bridge

Where we are standing

Alone, together

Sound of wind rustling

Through leaves that should have fallen

But stay stubbornly to their branches

Even through this relentless cold

Why do we stay here?

When it seems so futile

When the crosses are burned

And the adventures seem so long ago

There is an energy deep in this commitment

To finish out the story

To remember those that are fallen

Even here, at the end of the journey.

They are gone from the earth

I stand in their home

Looking at their lives

Through the objects they collected

Together

We search for some meaning

This small lovely bench

Where once they were content.