Soliloquy of a bench

With the freezing winds

Keeping me company,

Frost warming my toes.

Earlier when the autumn winds blew,

Things were still colorful,

The sky still blue,

I was acknowledged. Accepted.

Humans came and sat and discussed

the coming onslaught of winter.

“Winter is coming.”

And I used to think,

Why does that matter?

I was there in autumn,

And I’ll still be there in winter.

Little did I know that

Things were going to change.

Indispensable will become jettisoned

And no one will find it strange.

Except me.

Lost, aloof I stand

As if in the middle of nowhere

Reminiscing the good old days,

Wishing somebody would notice,

I’m here! Still here!

Birds, animals, winds, frost and snow

Are my only visitors nowadays.

For some reason, I can’t comprehend

Why the humans have now parted ways.

I wish I could have back that laughter

That squealing, that chatter,

The merriness, I would like some,

Sigh.

Alas! Now I know that

“Winter has come”.