I made my way towards the park
Upon the route I'd seen before,
I passed the houses in the streets
And with my head bowed to the floor.
I walked around the lake so calm
Until I found the same old tree,
Where I had waited many times
Just gazing at the scenery.
I watched the leaves upon the water
Fallen through the weeks gone by,
Some were yellow some were brown
So still and peaceful they did lie.
I saw two swans swim gracefully
They never left each other's side,
It warmed my heart to think of love
And thus forget my foolish pride.
I threw a pebble from the path
And so my heart sank like the stone,
For this was once our meeting place
But sadly now I stand alone.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meeting-place/
