Ol' Oak

While I sit and wait for you here on the bench in the park,
I think of you and I and how it is when we are together.
Holding hands, caressing fingers one by one,
talking like it is just us in the world, like we will together for the rest of our days.
Kissing your soft, tender lips, under the big oak tree,
carving our names in ol' Oak.
Laying out the blanket on the grass under the Oak,
where we carved our names, we set up camp,
for the day,
where we have a nice picnic lunch, just the two of us,
you and me.
I open my eyes and here I lay asleep in my bed.