167: Handwritten Notes and Park Benches

I write the neighbor’s names

on a worn index card

and tape it to the fridge-

Alana and Neil,

Apartment 3.

I don’t want to forget.


Then I walk outside

where there are a hundred benches

facing the sun in

Riverside Park.

Each has a name-

someone lost.

Some include notes-

“Beloved Son,”

“Public school teacher,”

“Missed but not forgotten.”

I wonder who remembers them.

I wonder who finds the bench

of their beloved

and rests there for a while.

I wonder which neighbors

had these names

written on worn post-it notes,

taped to the fridge.

I wonder if the worst thing

in this whole world

could be being forgotten.


Recent Posts

See All

There’s enough time for one more kiss for caramelized onions on low heat, for handwritten I’m just thinking of you cards. There’s enough time for an extra lap around the block, for a bedtime story, fo

sarah branding-hannah brii photo-69_websize.jpg

Hi, thanks for stopping by!

I'm Sarah (Are) Speed, the writer behind Writing The Good. I'm so honored you're here! To get more poems, follow @writingthegood on Facebook and Instagram! 

  • Facebook
  • Instagram