Sit

Come and sit a while,
here on this old bench.
Talk to me, or not.
Be content

to simply feel the warmth
of the afternoon sun,
the comforting presence

of each other.

About this poem

I often speak of how much I enjoy certain people’s presence. It’s something almost tangible and has nothing to do with what we do or say together. It’s something emanating from their soul, that connects to mine.

Tom