The Bench

It’s quiet in the mind
When you don’t look around
When you don’t hear the sounds
When no one’s around

Time seems to stutter
And hurt fades away
Thoughts grey to nothing
But your eyes tell your tale

I awoke to another
Who’d joined my quiet bench
“How long”, he said, all quiet and low
“Too long”, I said slowly and he nodded like he knows

“It mellows with time”, he said from his heart
And stood to move off, stiff, on a slant
“How long for you”, I asked in return
“I never left”, was his quiet return