To The Dear One Who Came With Me To Pelham Parkway

To The Dear One Who Came With Me To Pelham Parkway On the same bench my mom, grandmother and great-grandmother sat, 70 years ago. (My grandfather didn't have time.) Old, blessed men and young ones played chess on the same stone inlaid sets. The stone benches still sparkled their metal bits in the sun. "This is nice," you said. "Yes," I agreed. The train screeched into the el station as it had for ninety years. My mind fashioned images such welcome ghosts to beckon before those who sat now in their place. I was a fool for leaving for staying and I hated missing what was and was not so much the same. Thank you for being with me