Who would sit on this bench with me?
Watching the birds and the roll of the sea,
Would it be you whom I love so dear?
Or someone who’s passed, I wish was here.
I’d snuggle up close as day turned to night,
We watch the stars all twinkling bright,
Time would stand still, as memories poured,
From deep within where they lay stored.
Then I’d turn to look deep in your eyes,
To find you gone to my surprise,
The bench was empty I stifled a scream,
With a twist of fate I realised it was a dream.