Cherry Street Park

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       Cherry Street Park

                      By R.Andrew 

     Daily, a man sat on a park bench, waiting for his love to come along. And though he could not see her, he’d never even met her, his heart told him that she would soon be near. So, day by day he waited, from dawn till dusk he stayed there, on the bench in the park on Cherry Street.

     But as time grew longer, and his face grew thin and older, he feared that his love would never appear. And with his heart he made a choice, a vow so deeply grave. He’d wait for her tomorrow, but after that, he could no longer stay. Therefore, the next day he sat and waited with the only anticipation of the moment when the sun would rest again.

     Each moment felt like an eternity as he sat there watching the wind blow against the trees. His heart kept beating rapidly as though it was following a fast melody. His breathing was short with every intake, to hear the noises surrounding the lake. He waited.

     He waited as the sun began to shine its closing appearance—its final goodbye. He waited. Salty drops of water slid across his deeply lined face. He rose and took the deepest sigh that someone has ever made. He looked around one final time, hoping that something might change his mind.

     Forever he would wait for his love, but the pain from the waiting hurt too much. The decision was made, he would fulfill his vow, so the only solution was to leave this town. But before he left, he closed his eyes and whispered to himself, “I love you, but now I must go.”