The Lake I Know

it's a short ride
to the lake.
it's a place of memory
of retreat.
the bench awaits,
the gravel of the path,
the trees
in every season I have
seen.
I've walked the miles
in tears,
talking to friends
that have passed. lovers
to be,
lovers gone.
it's a short ride
to the lake,
a long walk around.
I did it then before her,
i'll do again,
now.