My Heart

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot 

It was the last bench I ever sat on and it was the place I remembered wanting you. I knew I would never sit on another one, especially after you spray painted the heart on the bench as we walked away. I didn’t know it would be the last time to talk to you. The last time to hear your laugh. The last time I knew you were mine. Later that night I would see you with her. Sylvia. The one you swore you would never see again. Now no one would ever see you ever again. 

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