the empty bench

i can't help but wonder, who should be sitting here. 

watching the ocean waves crash against the rocks.

i can't help but think of who has sat here.  

someone alone pondering life?  

couples sharing moments, families enjoying the colors?

i can't help but be scared.  

this empty bench makes life seem so real.

all the life that could be sitting on the bench.

and life that could be empty.

gone.

bare against the beautiful.

but with the most Beauty.

but here we may be alone.  

left alone.

to come back to an empty bench.

until we all will crowd on it together.