A lonely bench surveyed all in its eyeline, and wondered how quiet their world was, until company confided their thoughts. They never spoke, but their hands communicated a silence he understood. As their palms pressed on its surface, he could sense the tears.
It helped him to be a friend; someone who would understand, how sometimes, you didn’t want to speak. Sometimes you wanted to keep to yourself and allow yourself to process your innermost feelings.
They sat there, quiet and for a while he was alone. Then another would take their place. Nature surrounding them like a warm hug in the summer and a comfort blanket in the winter. In spring the daffodils would envelope the world in a yellow hue, and in autumn, golden leaves would fall.
He would be there, whatever the weather, to comfort and understand.