Narrative Poem "The Park Bench"

We needed to write a Narrative Poem in my creative writing class (this happened forever ago, but NaNoWriMo distracted me. I won, by the way, I'll post about that later). I sat and stared at my computer screen forever before this poem happened. I'm not sure how I feel about it. This is a revised version, before it had a happier ending, now its kind of sad, spoiler alert. If you don't want a sad ending, look away now. If you love that kind of stuff like I seem to, then onward brave soul!

The Park Bench

I sat alone one day

on a park bench

lazing my time away.

I was gazing at the clouds,

making shapes in them,

as I once did, so long ago.

That was when she sat down.

“That one is a dragon.”

She was right, it was.

She smiled at me,

I smiled back.

And that made her smile all the more.

It became a daily thing,

sitting at that park bench,

sitting with her.

It wasn’t time wasted,

but time preciously spent.

I loved her, after all.

Then one day,

she didn’t show up,

to sit at our bench.

I called her,

no answer.

I couldn’t find her.

Two weeks without a word.

She must not have loved me.

My heart became a cynic.

I avoided the bench,

I avoided that park,

I wanted answers that never came.

I should move on with my life,

I kept telling myself.

But I kept the bitterness inside.

‘Til one day

my phone rang,

and her voice on the other side.

But my heart was hard,

I lashed out in anger.

I cried out in pain.

I tried to hurt her,

as much as she hurt me.

I succeeded.

I later learned that

she had been in car accident.

She was in a coma.

She had woken up alone,

and sought me out for comfort,

I only gave her more pain.

I don’t sit on park benches,

not anymore.

Never again.