There’s a couple on the bench right next to me,
Sitting in the park with a stroller and baby.
They can see my wedding ring,
I look fine and everything.
They don’t know I’m not like them,
I have to grow a whole new stem.
They have each other to hold, I’d like to believe.
They didn’t have to break up or leave.
They give as well as receive.
They look so happy from what I perceive.
The horror I’ve been through isn’t visible,
I believe I seem somewhat invincible.
So I sit at the park next to a lovely young couple,
Either of us knows about the other’s struggle.