She sat alone on the bench…

She sat alone on the bench…letting the wind move her as she sat silently still on the bench…an ordinary bench…an extraordinary bench…simple rough workmanship…delicate complicated memories…she watched the leaves as they drifted down…drifted on…she let out a sigh…she’d drifted away…safely…sanely…happily…away…
She was happy most of the time…she was doing so well…
The breeze wrapped her hair around her…exposing just how vulnerable she still was…she tried so hard not to let her eyes give it away…but they did…they always did…