A Grave

I stopped by our bench today.
You know, the one where
you kissed me
you helped me down
you laughed
you smiled
and everything was perfect?

They had cut the tree
back some. For a while,
I kind of wondered
if maybe the seat
was in a new spot or something.
In the end, I decided
nothing had changed
but the trimming
of the tree.

A few more seconds,
I stood there, kind of lamenting,
kind of looking
at the spot as if it were
a grave.

Then I walked away
without even realizing it.