They met at the pier by the Brooklyn Bridge.
Her tears and his regret,
Her disappointment and his memories.
She needed to talk,
He needed to see her
A "remember when" trailed from her thoughts.
"How did we" faded from his lips.
So still that her heartbeat
Took on precious sound to him.
Her silence had always been
Filled with the story of them.
So tense that she could barely
Breathe for fear that she would
Say the wrong thought.
Think the wrong emotion.
Him, tense, had always
Reflected the story of them.
Their words were not meant for the sunlight,
For the soft breeze,
For the rocks so carefully laid
At the bank of the river.
Their words were not meant to fill the same air as the laughing children,
As the joy of summertime
Marking her fear of what might come next
Circling his nervousness of what came before.
She remembered when he looked on her with--
Had that been adoration?
Dare he say
That she had once worshipped him.
He needed to talk
She needed to see him.
He on one end of the bench trying so hard
Not to stare, she wouldn't,
Look at him.
But she wanted to speak
Except he would
Expect her to say the first word.
Words that had never been said between them.
On the park bench,
He was poised for flight
As she curled into the memories of
What they had meant to each other.
"I've tried," he said, "to forgive you."
"But I can't," she whispered.
Her eyes damp with tears
That he would never shed.
And so they sat
Anxious feet kicking sand,
Even as they looked at each other,
Seated on the park bench.
As people walked the park around them.
For the words again,
"Forget," he said
As she wondered if she would ever
Find the courage
Would he find the courage
To talk about that single moment
When everything between them changed.