Right here

Looking out into the horizon,
Sitting on that same old bench.
Together, side by side,
Nary a word, just looking.

Though no words were being said, the bench knew that the two of them were thinking the same thoughts. Recollecting the past, the moments in life that was caught in freeze frames. The good times, the bad... The times of laughter, the times of tears, the walks they had together, the drives they had together, the times they sat together just chatting and testing.

Just like good old friends.

Being able to continue the sentence of each other, without much of a prompting. Flipping the album of memories, shared over the bench. The bench had seen how this friendship had blossomed, how it had grew strength to strength. Weathering even the harshest of circumstances.

Though he had disappeared for a couple of months, leaving her at the bench waiting, alone. She had quite a bit of get used to, looking to the side where he used to sit but just seeing the empty space. Looking on to other benches, but seeing couples and friends occupying the bench. Smiling and laughing, she relived those good old days when they were there.

Seasons changed, it was autumn. Leaves were a falling, the area a washed with leaves: different shades of yellow and red. There she was, still...waiting for her friend to return.

Winter, spring had passed. Soon summer came. She took a stroll into the park again, sitting at the bench where she always did. Rubbing her eyes to make sure that they were seeing right, right there...sat her friend. He was back! With quickened and light steps, she reached the bench. Taking a seat beside him, looking out into the horizon where he was looking. Sharing the same view that they had taken all this while. Picking up where they had left off. Right there.