This week, empty benches beckon
Speak to me of betrayal
Some trust that turned astray
Some feelings that walked away.
And thus comes the day
Of facing problems and solutions:
Of waiting it out and wanting
It all; of wanting it all.
I am the remnant of my dreams and aspirations.
I asked, received and fought.
There are weeks when empty benches beckon,
Beckon to trust gone astray.
Copyright: Rani Turton