The Bench In Central Park

On this dreary winter morning I sit on a bench in Central Park. Lost in my own thoughts of the conversation I had with my ex-wife and her last remarks. I keep asking myself is it my fault? What did I do wrong? The chilly wind fills my ears with it's endless song. I shiver slightly and goose bumps crawl along the back of my neck. Her words have left me an emotional wreck. I pull my leather jacket tighter around my shoulders. I feel it in my bones this day will get colder. I've seen several joggers getting in their morning run. That just shows people will continue their lives never mind the rays of the sun. So many thoughts running through my head. And I hold the morning newspaper I still haven't read. I contemplate over my life, it's not always easy, and so-called-friends can be the enemy. Even your spouse living in your house can betray you with infidelity. That is why my heart is aching like a cavity. Right now I'm doing my best to hang on to my sanity, but I really want to shout profanity. I notice an attractive couple hand-n-hand laughing and enjoying a morning stroll; and for some reason I can't control, I feel a sense of peace glow within my soul. My insecurities diminish from their dark hellhole. I begin to feel "whole," and suddenly this morning doesn't seem so cold. I get up from the bench shaking off the numbness that has set in. A very pretty woman walks by with her dog and I grin. She notices and smiles back. Wow! A kinda smile that is only meant for kodak! I watch her walk past me with her dog leading the way. Something tells me "you better not let this one get away." As I'm listening to my inner voice, she glances back over her shoulder, and I knew that she too was giving me a choice. Amazing how just several minutes ago my entire world seemed so dark. I now knew everything was going to be okay because of this bench in Central Park...... * 10th Place win in "Anything Goes" Contest sponsored by A Rambling Poet